The final three days of our honeymoon brought us back to Vancouver, for some real city living before we returned to the relative boonies of Santa Barbara. Vancouver has a unique layout for a city, in that it is surrounded and bisected by meandering waterways, and has some of the most beautiful mountain landscapes imaginable to the north. It was thus with some surprise that we discovered Vancouver to be one of the ugliest cities we had ever seen. How you could take a natural environment like that and turn it into a gray, blighted high-rise farm with all of the architectural whimsy of a Soviet gulag campus should be a case study that is required before any urban planner can legally purchase a drafting pencil.
I am perhaps being unfair here.
That is not to say that
Shopping – Kim was a woman possessed when she hit
Stanley Park – Kevin’s main recommendation for our honeymoon was
to rent bikes and tour around this park, which is equal in area to the whole of
Night Life – Much to Kim’s chagrin, I sometimes have a hard
time rallying for the super-late nights out. Nope, when the clock strikes, say,
8:45, I’m the guy looking for the nearest exit and the fastest route to my
Also, I am sad to say that Kim’s camera went “missing,”
along with the better half of our honeymoon photos, at some point during our
Transportation back to SB was a breeze, and I was greeted at work this week by several hundred emails, most of which have since been deleted. Now we write thank you notes, and try to recover the floor space that we seem to have misplaced in our apartment.