Levi and i went home last week. It's amazing how many songs are written about going home (it's alright, it's alright, it's alright). So I will spare readers with cryptic references to song lyrics that may inspire a search on your googler.
By home I mean Canada. Well, not just Canada, Vancouver. Well, not just Vancouver but the house we used to live in. Arriving at the same airport customs area where Levi first set foot in Canada. Although his feet didn't touch the ground in any walking motion for some months after his arrival. Nevertheless.
I was having such a good time I forgot to take pictures for a little while. So the first couple days are a blur. Mainly because of the wine. But we woke up on Friday ready to take on Whistler and something about being around so many tourists made me realize I should take some pictures. First, a selfie in front of a bizarre mix of elements warning not to take selfies. I'm not sure what is more ludicrous - the fact that people need to be told not to take selfies with bears, or that they would put this on a structure containing clearly deadly electricity. Just noticed the icon of the guy being killed. Hey kids, climb up on the box and I'll take your picture! Other pictures have Donna's hand on the top left as she leans on the death-box.
OK, we celebrate our brush with death by having ice cream. Two scoops.
I prefer to celebrate with beer and nachos. Which I did at one of my favorite places downtown. A feature of the trip was a trip down culinary memory lane, and it would often feature card games with me and Levi.
But Levi's favorite thing, by far, was skipping stones. At every opportunity we had to get near water we'd hunt for good skipping stones and have at it. In False Creek a couple blocks from the condo. At the off leash park at Buntzen Lake.
At Deep Cove. Even Donna got into the action, helping keep Levi supplied with a steady stream of high quality stones.
By home I mean Canada. Well, not just Canada, Vancouver. Well, not just Vancouver but the house we used to live in. Arriving at the same airport customs area where Levi first set foot in Canada. Although his feet didn't touch the ground in any walking motion for some months after his arrival. Nevertheless.
I was having such a good time I forgot to take pictures for a little while. So the first couple days are a blur. Mainly because of the wine. But we woke up on Friday ready to take on Whistler and something about being around so many tourists made me realize I should take some pictures. First, a selfie in front of a bizarre mix of elements warning not to take selfies. I'm not sure what is more ludicrous - the fact that people need to be told not to take selfies with bears, or that they would put this on a structure containing clearly deadly electricity. Just noticed the icon of the guy being killed. Hey kids, climb up on the box and I'll take your picture! Other pictures have Donna's hand on the top left as she leans on the death-box.
OK, we celebrate our brush with death by having ice cream. Two scoops.
I prefer to celebrate with beer and nachos. Which I did at one of my favorite places downtown. A feature of the trip was a trip down culinary memory lane, and it would often feature card games with me and Levi.
But Levi's favorite thing, by far, was skipping stones. At every opportunity we had to get near water we'd hunt for good skipping stones and have at it. In False Creek a couple blocks from the condo. At the off leash park at Buntzen Lake.
At Deep Cove. Even Donna got into the action, helping keep Levi supplied with a steady stream of high quality stones.
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