I dragged Mr. Darcy, who is not a morning person, out of bed at the ripe hour of 6:30am to get ready while I ran around stressed out because travel makes me anxious. I was trying to get dressed and finish packing- to remember snacks and passports and chargers and a flat iron and seven different types of earrings because OF COURSE I will need that many options even though we’re only gone for three days and what do you mean two pairs of boots are impractical to pack? We made it to the train on time and Mr. Darcy promptly fell asleep.
Do you blame the guy?
There was a woman on our train who felt the need to talk to everyone, regardless of their interest level in doing so. It got so bad that I told Mr. Darcy that if she so much as looked our way we were going to promptly start making out as to discourage her from approaching us. I think he was secretly hoping she’d try.
We took a lot of taxis which is a great way to view the city if your feet hurt or you are tired or you are lost and finally flag one down with such sweet relief- finally someone will know where we are going because I sure as hell don’t!- or your hotel is clear across town along the English Bay.
The Sylvia is lovely. We recommend it. It sits along the English Bay and along the border of Stanley Park. We meant to do more exploring of the Park but weather and energy did not permit it. There were naps to be had and beers to be drunk. We did, however, spend a good deal of time on Sunday sitting on a park bench in the glorious sunshine (finally! sun!) with our iced teas looking out on the water and watching the people run, stroll, roller blade by.
We visited Granville Island with Kerrianne, OneNJen, Hans and Angella. We ate crepes and walked around taking in the market and all the interesting shops. We stopped to snap shots from the dock. If we’d known it was going to be sunny later, we’d have picked up some snacks at the Market for a picnic.
Mr. Darcy packed a sweatshirt for his jacket/coat/outerwear on the trip. So of course it was raining a lot and that would just not be sufficient. We went in search of a hat and ended up walking Denman to Robson to God knows where until we flagged a taxi and then I promptly pulled the wrong address out of my head and we ended up clear across town nowhere near where we had intended. So after some deliberation, we walked some more and I became quite grouchy at the thought of walking 3,000 blocks to the store we were looking for and the fact that there were suddenly no taxis. We ended up at a gas station where the attendant graciously called us a cab. Once to our destination, we found no hat and the store I was looking for was way over-priced for my pocketbook and so, we again flagged a taxi and all in all spent 2 hours and $40 getting lost then found then home again.
So we went back to the hotel and drank in the lounge. Because that’s how we roll. And all this was pre-TequilaCon which I will tell you about tomorrow.
I will leave you with these gratuitous couple shots. Because we’re cute.
It was a good time. But, in my book, anywhere with Mr. Darcy is.
*For more Vancouver shots, go here.