The Call of the Ocean

After a long day at the office, I was ready to relax. Tired an hungry, I dodged buses and taxis to cross the street. As lovely as the JW Marriot is, after a week it begins to feel like homeand I wantedto escape.

As I walked into the mall, I began to relax. As hungry as I was, I found the Tony Romas beconing. But it wasn't quite right. I can have Baby Back ribs in California any time.

I tried another restaurant, but don't speak enough Spanish yet to ask for an outdoor table.

It was then I realized the sea was callling me. I wanted to sit in the fresh air and listen to the sound of the waves rushing in.

I found a new restaurant, sat down, and relaxed. What a beautiful, majestic thing is the sea.

Arriving in Vancouver

My first arrival at the Vancouver airport was an unexpected pleasure.

The flight was not especially pleasant. From Seattle, I boarded a plane so small I could not carry on my own luggage; the attendant checked it at the airplane. Small planes are very noisy and because of turbulence there was no beverage service. When we landed, I had to carry my luggage up 2 flights of stairs from the tarmac to the terminal. Then a seemingly interminable ride up two very long escalators.

But the destination was worth the journey.


When you enter the airport proper, it is a magical moment.
You hear the ocean roar and the seaguls call. You find yourself surrounded by exotic Indian artifacts. Trees line the walkway and peace descends upon your soul. Welcome to Vancouver, the ocean calls.