Crossing Canada - Part IX - Vancooooooooooooover!

There's the day I arrived in Vancouver - Monday? I think so. Maybe Sunday.

That will all come in short writes and poems, I guess.

We got there early in the morning (Sunday). Chris was supposed to come at 8:00 but I guess she got it mixed up.

The first thing that hit us when we walked out of the station was the air - the salty sea air! It was like walking into an open-air sauna of some kind. I think I just 'breathed' for the first half hour.

I didn't go right to the ferry, as planned. Too damned pooped! Those 3 1/2 days on the train were fun but very tiring - it is hard to sleep in the seats (as I said before).

I was with Cathie who was merely taking a break from homelife with hubby and teen - she just got on and rode to Vancouver and back.

I admire people like that - lotta' moxy.

We stood outside the station while I fumbled about what to do. I took her to breakfast at McDonald's - it was her birthday and she was away from home.

When she left for a little afternoon tour before she caught the return train, I got in a cab and showed up at Christine's house. What a rush! It was wonderful to see them clamoring to the door and the cab driver beaming away like he invented us all.

I paid the driver ten bucks and we waved him off.

Although I was bone tired, Chris and I went out on errands - had to clean up the van as poor little Mandy had been sick the day before. I used my old trick - got two big boxes of baking soda and had Christine throw it down on the floor of the van. Then she vacumned it up.

While she was doing the cleaning (I was having trouble just staying on my feet - I needed sleep!) I took pictures - shots of the traffic down Hastings.

I saw some native people going up Hastings and thought of the book I'd read - Daughters of Copperwoman by Anne Cameron. That book is about B. C. natives - old folklore, etc. I didn't just brazenly walk up and take pictures of them - they would have thought I didn't get out of my cage often - ha ha!

We went over to Christine's favourite hangout - J. J. Bean and got coffees - everybody there was looking at me and I felt silly. I think it was because I looked so tired and old - they probably thought I was stoned. Or some old bag lady, cause that's what I looked like.

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