Along with Dana and Amir came Ayal and Guy. Guy is Pete's age, and similarly built for the front row of a rugby scrum, but is a lot huggier so it was a novelty to get a few cuddles from a toddler. He's also very into making coffee. Ayal is currently obsessed with music so guitars were twanged and pianos tinkled non-stop.
We kept it local, with walks around the parks and city, numerous dips in our pool, and we could even offer Dana a trip to Crate&Barrel 2 (yes, in Vancouver we have something they lack over the border!) When the kids went to bed we enjoyed imported Trader Joe's wine (we still lack the really important shops). It was an ongoing party, just like down in California, except we're now all used to cold and rain.
Ayal resembles the young Paul McCartney.
My apprentice barista.
On the move.
Happy family.
There's always room for one more.
Dana took this. She's a professional photographer. I'm not. But she was using my camera.
Subcontracting.
Sunday morning brought an incredible fog bank across the harbour. Who needs a telly?
I teach Guy everything I know about the piano. It took almost five minutes.
Monkeys kept behind glass!
