Today I love this last west coast morning of this trip of fun and adventure. I love that we have explored some of Vancouver Island and some of Victoria, met with friends, and still we got some work done. I love that I intend to take one more walk through Chinatown because it is the oldest Chinatown in Canada, even if it isn’t the biggest, and it is a joyous place of sights and sounds. I love the number of times I’ve walked into a shop and the owner is there talking to a friend or the clerk is chatting with a neighbor and the conversation, though I cannot tell you what it is about, is animated and sounds cheerful and is punctuated with laughter. I love that we have been to fisherman’s wharf and eaten seafood and looked at the floating homes there and walked the slips and I love that I will remember some of these things for a long time. I love how I always find myself imagining living in places that I visit, and Victoria is no different. I love that the streets are full of wonders like alleys that cut through buildings and permanent markets on streets five feet wide and side streets that are full of vendors and statuary everywhere. I love that there are connections here to my home town, like the Butchart Gardens that were created by people who moved here to Vancouver Island from my little city, and like Emily Carr’s niece who taught high school in my West Hill Secondary School back home.
Today I love that I am having just enough trouble packing and not too much trouble at it, because that means that I didn’t go crazy buying souvenirs and things here. I love that I bought new chopsticks for home and they are very nice, though they are maybe just for good when we have company, we’ll have to see. I love that I have a new travel mug that doesn’t leak when it falls over, or when you drink from it, or when you look at it the wrong way and it gets all snotty and says, “Oh yeah? Well, I’m gonna leak on you then!”
Today I love that I am missing Victoria already and I haven’t left yet, ’cause that tells me I had a great time here. I love that I am sore and stiff and achy because that tells me I did everything I could have done and didn’t hold back. I love that all our travel arrangements have been made and in a few hours we’ll be boarding a bus to go to the airport to fly to another airport and then fly to another airport and then get in a cab and then get into our car and head off to our own little home in our own wonderful city full of adventures of a more familiar kind … I can’t wait to be home.
Today I love drinking coffee and planing the last bits of leisure before we drift on back home.