I like Canada. Canada is like that neighbor on Home Improvement, Wilson, who everyone knows is really nice, but we have absolutely zero information about. Kyle, me, and the girls drove to Canada last weekend to visit Taryn and her beau, OJ. He lives in a fancy downtown apartment in Vancouver, and was kind enough to welcome all of us into his home.
Our first planned activity was a botanical garden on the campus of the University of Vancouver. Taryn and I were giddy as we arrived, certain we would spend our afternoon "oooh-ing" and "oh my gosh-ing" at a plethora of blooming flowers. We even payed extra for a canopy walk--- an aerial view to satisfy two girls who grew up in a floral shop!
Much to our amusement, the botanical garden was actually a forest of trees, and the canopy walk, a suspended tree house. The ropes holding the narrow canopy walkway were so unsteady that we could barely stand on them. Our bodies were whipped from side to side, and we flailed like rag dolls, dizzy from motion sickness, and hysterically laughing. Thirty minutes later, the canopy walk finally ended on solid ground. Not a flower in sight. Oh Groupon... a 5 star review? At least Taryn was there to see the humor in an impossible situation and find absolute enjoyment with me!
We walked the trendy streets, dined in the posh eateries, and shopped the farmer's market on the water. Our final afternoon was spent at the beach, which is lined with rows and rows of perfectly placed---- logs??? London played in the sand while Elle ate it, and the grown-ups basked in the final rays of a northern summer.
It was wonderful.
Our first planned activity was a botanical garden on the campus of the University of Vancouver. Taryn and I were giddy as we arrived, certain we would spend our afternoon "oooh-ing" and "oh my gosh-ing" at a plethora of blooming flowers. We even payed extra for a canopy walk--- an aerial view to satisfy two girls who grew up in a floral shop!
