I’d say last night was the dumbest idea I’ve had in a long time, except it wasn’t my idea.
Let me talk about the events leading up to this near-disaster first.
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Shedding layers.
Yikes. It’s been almost three weeks since my last post.
I’ve been busy shedding layers. Now that it’s warm enough to forego arm/leg warmers, toe covers, basically everything in the above photo, cycling is all I want to do.
So, I will recap the last three weeks in digestible chunks.
Continue reading “Shedding layers.”Ride boats not goats.
I’ve barely been home since Wednesday, and it’s been mostly for good reasons. Temperatures outside have been comfortable. That’s a rarity for me. I have a tight, acceptable temperature range.
A classic getaway for Victorians is to leave the island for an even smaller one. We have a few options: Salt Spring, Galiano, Mayne, Pender, and Saturna. There are even more options, but those five islands are the most accessible.
Princeton: Not just an ivy league school.
It’s a small town in the Okanagan that captured our tourism dollars because it was starting to get dark. I’d reserved a hotel room in exotic Langley. Initially, Jordi and I would spend the night in Vancouver, but hotel rooms cost $400 per night. Langley was marginally cheaper at ~$300, but it was conveniently just off Highway 1.
At 8 p.m., we were three hours away from Langley. After convincing the hotelier in Langley over the phone to waive our booking fee, Jordi asked me to find new lodging before the sun disappeared.
Unbeknownst to Jordi, I’ve slept on a mat in a coed dorm room in Beijing. I’ve slept in a windowless room in Airlie Beach where the only alternate exit in case of fire was a porthole in the ceiling. The Hostelling International accredited hotel in Ghent had black mould in the showers. I’ve stayed at the bizarrely named “Sparkling Dolphin Inn” in Kyoto, where the chairs wore baby socks.
I am a connoisseur of dumpy lodgings.
I pointed to a building just off Crowsnest Highway. “But that’s a motel!” exclaimed Jordi.
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Continue reading “Princeton: Not just an ivy league school.”Banner Day.
When Jordi heard the kettle click, I sprung from the couch.
“How did you do that?”
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