Americans Abroad: Vancouver

As we've been creeping up the coast, we've realized that it was too wet to camp, which has given us more time. So, we bought a guide book and high-tailed it to Vancouver.

A beautiful city. But what I'll remember most is how we laughed every time we heard someone speak. They actually say "Sore-EE". It's hilarious.

Now, Emma with the captions.

Oh, Canada.

Our hotel looked fairly normal from the outside.

Then we got inside. All the doors were different colors, and there were gigantic trees growing in the middle. This should have tipped us off.

Allow me to present the pinkest bathroom in Vancouver. I don't know if this says something about our luck, or our price-range.
That night, Mike found a troop of Mounties.

Then we hit the beach in Kitsilano. It was clean and pretty and we liked it.

The lights, the water. It made us think that Americans were seriously lacking some vital information. I mean, really. Think about swimming in the East River.

I had high hopes for the Granville Island Public Market, even though Mike told me it was going to be like South Street Seaport. It wasn't.
We bought some things and had a picnic by the beach. Food inexplicably not pictured.

Vancouver had lots of bridges.

Also, inspiring garbage-cans.

We wiled away the hours in Stanley Park, a stone's throw from yet another pristine public beach. Also nearby was an enormous salt water swimming pool. We would have grabbed our suits and jumped in, but there was a strike, and no scabs are we. Also, we need a lifeguard. Do we look like strong swimmers to you?

Dinner in Chinatown.

There were piles and piles of food-- noodles, dumplings, wonderfully salty fried tofu. Two thumbs up.

We chose not to include the photograph of Mike giving this sign the finger. There was a long wait to get back into the USA.

Vancouver was a charming diversion. Now, back to your regularly scheduled programming. Next stop, Seattle.


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