Two years ago this past August, my mother and I ventured on a cross country trek in my brother’s Jeep across Canada. We drove west from southwestern Ontario to Vancouver, BC over the course of two weeks, and then down to northern California to meet up with the men in our family. The following are taken from emails I wrote to family and friends.
Day 12: Saturday, August 11, 2012
Got what we needed at T.I. (what us travellers have been calling tourist information), and decided to forgo the Hop-On-Hop-Off bus and walk. Yes walk. We walked a lot, saw a bit. Had a great day.
Left TI and walked the Canada Trail by the port, saw the Olympic Cauldron – that in itself was pretty neat, because, unlike Calgary, Montreal, and Seoul, I have actually watched the Vancouver Olympics so this image I have seen on TV and then before me, made me smile. We came across a JapaDog vendor, and because I have heard so much about said vendor, just had to try. Moms and I split an Oroshi dog (bratwurst, grated radish, special soy sauce and green onion… I added the wasabi) – delish!
Was told by our TI person to go to the Bella Gelateria for some of the best gelato in the country. Dude who runs the shop is from Toronto and he enrolled himself in the prestigious gelato school in Italy (I think it’s in Bologna, as I once looked into going here, no jokes, that’s how serious I am about ice cream). I have been to Italy and I have had their gelato. I have had gelato everywhere else I’ve been in the world (minus the Middle East, ha.) and this was taste-yyy. So tasty, it deserves three ‘y’s. They had unique flavours that I hadn’t seen/tasted before, and that probably contributes to his success and his accumulation of awards. Good on him.
With gelato full bellies we walked the 45 minutes to the other side of town and walked along
Beach Avenue to make our way to the Inukshuk that was featured in the Olympics. It was a glorious sunny day and nice to be out all day for once (as opposed to driving and jumping out for quick photo ops, etc). The beach area was marvelous. Maybe need to actually move out west. And buy a paddle board.
Back to car, to drive through Stanley Park on our way back to North Shore. Pretty little park. I had the window down as we were driving around the park and a man on a bike (while riding) had a convo with us (while driving). Twas funny. I love these moments.
Back to hotel for a swim. Accomplished more laps than a few days prior. Had dinner at Earls and got to bring the non-polished-off bottle of wine back with us. I appreciate BC’s laws. And am feeling a little resentful of strict Ontario.