Yesterday I bought my plane tickets to Vancouver. To say I’m excited is an understatement. I fell in love with that city. It is beautiful in ways that are impossible to describe.
I can’t tell you how it feels to stand on a landing and watch a storm come in and envelope the city. I can’t explain the peace of riding a very crowded express bus along the highway but between the towering trees of Stanley Park.
I can’t begin to convey how much the melding of ocean and mountains touches me.
Vancouver takes my breath away.
But mostly, it’s the people I visit, the people I meet along the way. They are what make the trips especially joyful.
I’m an interloper on this beautiful city. I’m not an inhabitant of the city nor even the country. I’m being allowed in by the good graces of the people of Canada.
And I appreciate that more than they can ever know.