As the minutes close on Saturday AM, I decide to reflect on a week in the city. If I seem in awe, realize that I am. The last time I was in Vancouver before deciding to move here was over ten years ago when I was in grade nine on a school band trip. I spent most of that time with very little regard to anything beyond the windows of the bus — or so I remember. 1) Vancouver is a very big city, and as there is a transit strike on, don’t walk further than you think you can walk to get back home. 2) There is a cool little mall about 5 blocks behind my apartment! 3) Granville Island is neat, and too close to where I live to resist visiting it quite often. 4) Bike paths are confusing, and often end without warning. 5) I think I need to get one of those little scooters. On Monday I took a casual stroll up Broadway. Unfortunately, I think I’ll be spending most of my free money here. Hmm… Chapters, Future Shop, Toys R Us!!! Tuesday it rained. Well, it rained after I was about halfway around Stanley Park on my bike. A day later I actually spent most of the day in my pajamas playing video games, with some casual unpacking stuffed in there somewhere. Also on Wednesday, I found myself thinking about wandering over to MEC to pick up a fender for my bike (don’t want to repeat that whole cycling in the rain thing again) and discovering some of the eastern (in relation to my apartment) landscape. Thursday, I felt the desire to walk to the University of British Columbia. This would have been a neat idea, had it not taken me 2 hours just to get there. A detour to the beach and through Granville Island put the trip at about five and a half hours of walking. Needless to say, today I rested. |
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