We Arrive

Blessed with, second only to each other, good friends, we were given a ride to the airport by Tracy.  She was so helpful that she was willing to consider taking the speaker, (which, by the way, is the biggest car speaker Paul, at least, has ever seen), out of her car to make room for the luggage.  That wasn't necessary though.  Her good company and help made the setting out easy, pleasant and convivial.

After an ordinary Westjet flight we arrived in Vancouver.  The new Canada Line was easy to find and worked well.  For that at least, to judge by the number of people on the train, the city is getting bang for its Olympic infrastructure buck.

The condo is nicer than we had any hope for.  Arnold and Anne met us at the condo and were incredibly nice.  Arnold said he had never planned so much for someone else's vacation.  They had clipped recent news articles and guides and the place itself is much better than the student digs we had expected.  All is perfect.

Tired but hungry, we went out in search of food, deciding that, if we found nothing within a block's walk on 4th street, we would give up.  But the luck continued.  We found a place called Refuel, where we ordered chorizo sausage, pate, bread, olives and a local Pinot Noir.  When we asked if there was any cheese we were told there wasn't, but mere minutes later Jamie, our server, returned to say that, while it wasn't on the menu, the chef was tasting some blue cheese and we could have some.  It was the perfect, relaxing end to the day.

All is now in place and there is nothing to do but go forth every day and enjoy.  We can't help but feel lucky beyond all merit. 

In Place At Last,

The Entity

Paul McCulloch Alexander
Kim Boara Alexander