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Cruising Part 2: Vancouver

Let's start with our port city of Vancouver.  We had the best taxi driver who doubled as a tour guide, giving us the ultimate scoop on Vancity.  The place was just beautiful and green and reminded me a lot of good ol' Wisconsin but with slightly cooler architecture and way better weather.  Sure, it gets pretty gray and rainy during the winter, but with very mild winters and summers?  Sold.

Well, not exactly.  Apparently you have to be in the 1% to live there.  Even small houses in the area are a million smackers.

I took some pictures of this lovely city.  So buckle up! 

 Here is a wastebasket.  Why did I take a picture of a wastebasket?  Because they have a compost bin ATTACHED.  How forward thinking, Canada!

This was a tasty Canadian beer.  It was some sort of a pale ale and I recall enjoying it very much.

This is my daughter and MIL laughing together, which marked the beginning of a very good vacation where grandmother and granddaughter could relax and enjoy each others' company.  Feel free to let loose the "awwws" anytime.  

We had many many MANY good meals had during our voyage, but it all started in a little restaurant in Vancouver with some local salmon.

And calamari.

Vancouver is really walkable and we scored 14K steps our first day.  Admittedly, this included our travel to the city and there were some steps gained in the airport, to be sure.  

Totally got a selfie with this guy.  He's a little emo, but also metal.  So there was a lot of screaming and rage, but with a few breaks to cry quietly in a corner because he just couldn't even.

Very cool library.  I love me some books, so I had to take a picture of it.  You're welcome.

What's a trip to Canada without... TIM HORTON'S???

Or POUTINE???

This is poutine close up.  Ours was a purist variety with french fries, a delectable gravy, and oodles of oozy cheese curds.  It was so good, despite how any palpitations my heart moaned out.

And of course us leaving for the Port and thus saying goodbye to this beautiful city...



See that?  "Bon Voyage."  That's French for "So long, bitches."  No, not really.  Happy voyages!  Which we indeed have.  But that is the next post.

I'm pumping these posts out pretty fast because I am not cleared to return to work yet, but still have time on my hands, so enjoy 'em while they are coming at such a high frequency.  

Stay tuned for actually getting on the boat and the first few days of sailing!

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  1. yo mamaAugust 16, 2018 at 8:44 AM

    I think I may want to visit this city!

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    1. UnknownAugust 16, 2018 at 6:05 PM

      When we hit Vancouver last summer it was not green. So dry that every lawn. park, boulevard was yellow and crunched when we walked on it. What a difference a year makes.

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