In the continuing spirit of playing grown-up, I find myself in a teensy hotel room in downtown Vancouver BC with less-crappy-than-expected hotel room coffee, unable to find actual Canadian morning news: my options seem to be only Seattle news or Canadian weather. There are many more interesting languages on TV, radio, and signs, though, which is appealing. Street signs are different, and they don’t even sell beer at 7-11! What is up with that?
I got here too late last night to do much of anything but check in, find a little Mediterranean place down the block, and get some delicious mussels. This morning, however, I have about four hours to go run around and check things out before I catch the ferry over to Victoria.
Now, to get my free breakfast and figure out where to go for four hours.
(song: “L’Imposture,” Louise Attaque)