Vancouver
– October 8th, 2008Yeah, so, shortly after paying the price of a small car for the privilege of tight seating and gastrically taxing food, I kind of slipped into a coma of daily logistics and totally stopped writing, much to my own mortification. I thought it would be good to start jotting down reflections of the years in Japan, but found myself still too wrapped up in the country to reflect on much of anything.
August and September slow-poked by, and then suddenly slipped into fast-forward, an indistinguishable blur of packing, farewell parties, goodbyes, beer, and tears. The hyper-speed followed us to Vancouver even though we had a 36-hour Friday, and I barely remember the first days in the city, mostly due to excitement, beer[1], and jet-lag. We saw the city on foot, slowly rambling through the characteristics of the downtown neighborhoods; Yaletown, Gastown, the West End, and all the in between parts. I ate burritos everyday, and pizza every night – pizza without corn or octopus or mayo – supplemented at times with falafel, bar food, and diner breakfasts. And then I went to the public library – seven floors of awesome, not to mention you can check out *50* items at a time (what?).
A week and a half in, I’m in love with Vancouver. I feel like I’m home.
A view of Vancouver from my office.
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- The subject of beer, Canadian beer, and the concussively awesome import store down the street, is fodder for another post entirely. [↩]
pnts 
You’ve probably been to every place I’d like to visit by now. Skyscrapers and good beer, what’s more to ask for? Awesome.