I love going back to Vancouver. The minute I step off the plane my dried out hair and flaky skin just suck up the moisture. The change was so abrupt I actually heard sucking sounds from the itchy pores all over my body. After your lifeless skin has returned to the living, your nostrils take in the salty air, making you feel like you should be on a schooner traversing the globe while wearing a yellow sou’wester as a salty spray drenches you in freedom or dead fish depending on your TV commercial / dream sequence (aren’t they kind of the same?).
And you walk and walk and walk until your legs ache which is such a wonderful thing about the coast. There’s Spanish Banks, False Creek, and finally the Sea Wall, great to do on Monday morning while every one is working. But do people really work out there because there were an awful lot of people on the Seawall for a Monday. One day, I walked over fifteen kilometers (I tracked it on Runtastic). With the excellent transit system, and a good pair of shoes you can be as fit as every second person you see riding bikes, running, or walking.
Then there are the oh so tasty morsels and libations and other comforts I love about Vancouver. I only really had one awful meal there (Steam Works in Gastown). But that was my fault. Reminder – always order salad dressing on the side or you get a vinaigrette soup with a bunch of leaves floating in it, but at least the pilsner was scrumptious. Another excellent thing about Vancouver is the beer – Red Truck Ale, Stanley Park Amber Ale, Fat Tug, Yellow Dog and a few I can’t remember. Who can after the fourth? Ok fifth, but who’s counting. I don’t think I had a bad beer the whole time I was out there (or maybe it was the excellent company). Yep every day at three o’clock spicy edamame and beer and Jeremy – Oh man, life is so good.
And can you say salmon? I swear by the time I left I had gills along with urges to swim upstream. I also had the best Chinese food ever at this place in Richmond, “Tin Tin Seafood Harbour.” Yep I don’t think there’s a city on the planet that can beat Vancouver for food and beer and walking (they do go together). Ok maybe the planet is a bit strong. But you get the point.
My only concern is the temperament of some people out on the coast. Can’t you say hi or smile? For all the beauty out there it’s amazing how unfriendly people are. Maybe you’re too stressed out because you can’t afford to leave your house because every dime you earn goes into your over-priced mortgage. Or maybe you feel confined because the price of gas is so high, so you can’t drive (you know you can bike or walk or take transit – they are all convenient and cheap) However, I found a way to get people to say hello. If you are out on your walk or run, all you have to do is yell. In a rather loud voice shout,”HEY GOOD MORNING!!!” And you know what? People always respond in kind. Or they run back to there million dollar one room condo, screaming`TOO MUUUCH TAAAXX.`