The flight was half empty, meaning we could leave the baby at the back while we sat at the front, and immigration was friendly and straightforward again although Hannah was not allowed back to see her smuggler friends (if you haven't watched Border Security Canada it's highly recommended). A quick ride in a large taxi and we returned to the Residence Inn - we're here until our furniture catches up with us.
Hannah was desperate to get to the office, of course, so we walked there via the bank, where the usual tortuous hour finally led to a joint account and a credit card application. We then wandered down to our new neighbourhood.
It was a revelation! The best Korean barbecue restaurant ever, where we ate two-nights-running when we visited five years ago, is right there! So is Whole Foods, and what I will admit is a pretty decent coffee place. Suddenly the grey clouds and drizzle didn't matter, and California was already a half-forgotten dream, like in The Wizard of Oz, although Pete, newly rebundled in snow suit and frowning like the munchkin he is, may beg to differ.
Last pumpkin spice latte from Peet's for a while.
Our Pete is as enamoured with air travel as ever.
Like the pilgrims of old we stare at the vessel that will take us to a new land, except we shouldn't have problems with lice and scurvy.
Rushing over the threshold!
The snow suit: better or worse than air travel?
WE Coffee Roasters, our local, and despite the abstract artwork on top it was nicely textured and well balanced. Not quite there, but not bad.
Grey skies, constant drizzle, and a pot of tea. It reminds me of somewhere...
