This past weekend, G and I hopped in our car and snuck away to Whistler for one short night. The weather was miserable in Langley – wet, gloomy and freezing cold. We foolishly assumed it would be nicer up in the mountains. We were wrong, it was no different. Maybe worse – ice rain to be specific. But there’s something about getting away. Before we took off, we ate a hearty breakfast – one that I found in G’s ‘Men’s health’ magazine – poached eggs in marinara sauce. I used salsa instead of marinara and went to town on the cheese. Laid it on Ciabatta bread. Hello? And voila! So good. Give it a go on a hungry morning. Your yummy will appreciate it.

We booked ourselves a studio suite at the Whistle Village Inn & Suites and didn’t know what to expect. We thought we’d mix it up with a studio suite. So, 2 hours later, after a quick pit stop in Squamish we were in Whistler.

Detour in Squamish: We splurged and bought ourselves a new kettle. I realized that we use our kettle everyday. Several times. Everyday. We’ve been using a cheapie one that I picked up at Walmart for 20 bucks for the last 2 years and our tea is beginning to taste a lil metallic. So, after much poking around online, I decided that the Cuisinox whistling kettle was the one for us. It’s a Montreal based company that is manufactured in China. Nonetheless, the kettle is a voluptuous piece of stainless steel beauty. We also stopped at the town Nesters because they usually have locally handmade treats. This time we found this island produced energy bar called ‘the Edge’ that was delicious. Chocolatey, crispy and wholesome. Too bad they don’t sell it in Langley.

So yes, back to our studio suite. It it was a double level hideaway. A Murphy bed and a pull out couch on the bottom floor with a full kitchenette and TV downstairs and a attic-y styled top floor with a queen bed and plasma TV. It had a spectacular view of the mountains that we got to wake up to. So good.

Once we arrived, we dropped off our bags and went gallivanting for several hours. Did I mention that it was my first time in Whistler? Yeah. Isn’t it crazy, that I’ve lived here for 12 years and never made my way up there. G showed me around the village and we made multiple coffee + treat stops. Mmm. It poured on us the entire time but we remained resilient. We stopped by the Lush store and picked up some goodies. I’ve been trying really hard to nurse my hair back to life considering all the (burnt) color is gone. I found some shampoo + conditioner that I’m quite liking. Give it a try if your hair is going through a dry and damaged phase. It softened mine.

In my travels, I also found this adorable sweatshirt. I’m really digging bears right now. Also, considering winter is officially here. Comfort over style folks. Rather, comfort = style. Go ahead, judge. It feels like a blanket.

After getting soaked in the rain, we eventually gave up and made our way back to our hotel room after a quick stop at Nesters where G picked up some essentials for dinner. Feta + Olive infused bread, a bag of garlic (yes, a bag), cheese and deli finds. We were in no mood to go out in the cold, so G decided to put dinner ‘together.’ I cheerfully complied.

Here’s G intently caramelizing the garlic. (Took him 25 mins.) Yup. He takes it very seriously.

Here’s my reading material for the weekend. Oh, and tea. Cups and cups of it.

This is me taking pictures of the bed upstairs because dinner wasn’t ready.

And here’s my dinner! It was delicious. He made slits in the bread and stuffed the sweet, brown garlic in it. Genius man.

 We soaked in the hotel hot-tub, lounged for hours, watched ‘Pride’, ‘Vertical Limit’ and ‘The Breakup’ (yes, 3 movies) and called it a night. Ah. I could get used to this. The following morning we were up bright and early (thanks to the extra hour) for our massage appointments. We went to a physiotherapy and massage center called Peak Performance. They were phenomenal. I cannot recommend them enough. None of this cutesy stuff. They were hardcore.

After our massages, we walked around the village. I love the cottage-y feel that Whistler offers. The warm wood tones are simply beautiful.

G made me several cups of coffee this weekend. Bless his heart. Before we made our trek back home (you can hardly call it a trek thanks to HOW gorgeous the sea to sky highway is) we had some lunch in the village at La Bocca. It focuses on food and wine sourced locally from BC (you know how much I love that.) The restaurant is incredibly stylish and the staff is warm and laid back. We had the Buddha burger (nut + bean patty with hummus and basil aioli on a homemade bun) and the farmers scramble (eggs with arugula, feta cheese, hashed potatoes and topped with bruschetta.) They were both very good and they made us some killer hot cocoas which weren’t even on their menu. We were very happy campers.

Love how they plated this one.

I came home to this sweet surprise from G. He bought me a pair of running tights (that I loved but thought were way too pricey for my amateur legs.) Such a doll. Now, I feel the need to up my game.

Whistler gets two thumbs