I like to call myself bi-coastal. For some of the week, I live on the coast of the Lower Mainland. For other parts of the week, I live on the coast of Vancouver Island. Most of the week, including the weekends, are spent on Vancouver Island...in the rural hamlet of Cobble Hill. Quaint, quiet, (except for the occasional roar of chainsaws and riding lawn mowers) with deer frolicking in our front yard. Visits to Vancouver are quick and busy, without much chance to hang about enjoying what the city has to offer. But this weekend, because of some social engagements, Vancouver was the place to be. It didn't take long for the comparisons between the city and country to begin:
1. You shower BEFORE you leave the house for the coffee shop.
2. You have to plug the parking meter when you get there.
3. The Globe and Mail costs $2.75 instead of $3.25
4. You're lucky to get a seat at the coffee shop.
5. The woman sitting beside you is discussing yoga positions with her partner.
6. You feel compelled to walk into the T and T Supermarket and gaze at the live shrimp, king crab, tilapia, etc. gazing back at you from their tanks. New sign: "Because of pressure differences it is normal for healthy fish to be floating belly up."
7. You see skinny drug addicts running against the traffic lights in Chinatown and have to remember why they're so skinny.
8. The prawn turnovers at the New Town Bakery are just as greasy as ever.
9. No matter where you go, you run into Fred Lee :)
Hilarious!! I've been craving the west coast for months. Probably due to the neverending snow and gravel and dirt out here. Heading to Tofino next week! whoo hoo! Too bad I'll skip right past Vancouver..
Posted by: Julie | April 15, 2009 at 06:59 AM