Third Podcast of A Touch of Paradise Book
with Bruni Ewing and Chris Sullivan
Hello, it’s Bruni Ewing, the author of an absolutely delightful book called A Touch of Paradise.
I wrote this book strictly for entertainment purposes. So, yes, it will definitely entertain you and make you feel good, especially if you are a female between the ages of, let’s say Mm 16 to 86. Quite the readership for me to have a following from, wouldn’t you say?
Who of us does not enjoy the magical feelings of young love and true passion?
Paragraph from Chapter 11.
“There is not one fresh water spring on the islands nor one river. Not one.” He stressed. “The more it rains, the more the holding tanks get filled, the less water we have to buy.” He added pleased to astonish me.
“Wow!” I was impressed.
“All the homes are self sustained but most of the hotels are not. Definitely not the larger ones. That’s why all the roofs have shingles of limestone slate and are in whitewashed terraced layers. The rainwater falls into the water tanks built underground as part of the foundations of every building.”
I was listening intently and pleased by my interest he continued, “There are some wells but we can’t drink the water. Of course, there is the Government. They distill the water on a grand scale. Actually it’s called desalination. Then they sell it to us poor hotel owners.”
Mark changed his tune. “Hey, you want to hear about the cesspits? It’s okay. They’re as far away as possible from the water tanks.” He saw my expression and laughed..”
Having grown up on a farm very close to Wasaga Beach near Georgian Bay, Ontario, Canada, I utilized my knowledge of farming life and it creeps into the book when the main character talks about her life back home in Canada.
She also relates her story about visiting Toronto as a young child with her parents. The chapter of the sensational revolving doors at The Royal York Hotel actually happened when my eldest grandson was with me. He was 6 or 7 when we visited Toronto together. It was his first time in the big city. He was in total awe when he saw them and really did think that revolving doors only exist in movies.
Paragraph from Chapter 6.
“My parents would take a well deserved weekend off once a year. We would drive to the big city and stay at The Royal York. I remember, as a young impressionable girl of nine, standing in front of the hotel for the first time with its flags swaying far above my head. The very polite doorman in his aubergine regalia directed me to the revolving doors that I thought existed only in movies. Entering the vast lobby with its glistening marble, thick carpets and polished brass opened a whole new world to me.”
Good night and thank you.