Vancouver, Canada (via London, England).

Three weeks ago we started out early, rising with the sun to load up the car...airport bound.

We flew to London and spent an exceptionally long lay-over in Hyde Park in the scorching heat.

 We then flew, a horribly long and bumpy flight, to Vancouver. Bags on backs and bags on fronts we took the Sky train, disembarking in a city so very different to our own, we trudged up up up hill towards familiar faces. We ate and slept and talked and arose very very early the following day. Jet lag will do that.

  We saw the pacific for the first time. Following it's edge we walked thousands and thousands of steps all the way to Main Street. In and out of shops we familiarised ourselves with prices and currency and notes and taxes. We sought shade in a playground before taking the train home to sleep. Jet lag is frustrating and zombifying and, most of all, exhausting. We ate dinner by the beach, watching a beautiful sun set. We think 

we could get used to this kind of thing

. We slept soundly, undisturbed by the seagulls and sirens of city life outside the window.

The following day we cycled. Back-pedal braking is not for the faint of heart. We watched a racoon having lunch and visited the Aquarium. Jellyfish, dolphins, seals, otters and beluga whales. And also a sloth (which is in the photo above!). We cycled along the Sea Wall revelling at the mountain views. We immersed our bodies into the cold pacific and shared a veggie burger as the evening sun begin to cast its golden light. We fell asleep early, happy and full.

On Thursday I wandered downtown alone and mooched between familiar and unfamiliar shops. The block system in North America is foreign and oddly confusing to a girl raised on the higgledy piggledy streets of Dublin city. I managed to walk two blocks further than necessary only to have to double back on myself to to get to where I wanted to go.

In the afternoon we walked across Granville Bridge—attempted to soak up the breathtaking, overwhelming, holycrapisthisreal views on each side—to Kitsilano. There we bought and devoured a garlicky pizza, read our books on the beach and sunned ourselves. We thought 

we could really get used to this 

and grinned like fools. Jet lag kicked our bums into bed early again but we were too sleepy to fight it.

Coming up: Whistler, lakes, beers and beautiful mountains.