I failed at the no drinking bit. I didn't beat myself up about it though, because really I have slowed down a LOT since NYE, and this is my one chance to enjoy Vancouver for potentially a while. That is because:
- I GOT A VISA!
My original plan when I arrived back here was to use my return flight, mess around some more, come back, then think about a visa. It was the sensible decision. No running away to Europe for a year... too brash! Too sudden! Whoops.
I also originally planned to write the whole time I was home... reflecting on my travels and blather on about what I was thinking about while sitting on my couch eating cheetos and watching Law & Order (god I love that show).
Well I will try to summarize. Some things that have changed:
- I can tolerate olives now. I still don't like them, but I can now tolerate them in stuff.
- I like capers
- I love red wine. I used to think all wine tasted terrible, but now it's the opposite
- People drive crazy slow to me here
- The Guinness doesn't taste as good as Ireland
- I can tolerate mayonnaise now. Thanks to Belgium
- I know how to say cheers in a lot of random languages
- I miss having the option of hitchhiking.
- Drip coffee tastes like crap to me
I'm sure loads of other stuff has changed too, but I am hungry so my brain is focused on food.
Ok. So I leave on Feb 9th overnight to Berlin, with a stop in London Heathrow. It's a tight connection again, but it's in the same terminal and I should be able to check my bag right to Berlin... although that was how it was supposed to be like arriving here....
Well either way that is when I leave. Countdown begins very soon.
That was the big news I was going to find out about on Monday... I went and picked up my passport :)
I want to put up my photos of Stanley Park up, but I have an issue.
I don't want to put up small photos anymore.
These are nicer, and should be bigger. Plus now that I am using my normal sized laptop the layout of this blog looks skinny. I want a wider one.
I have been experiencing some sleep problems again. I had this really bad when I first moved into this basement suite, and now it's the same if not worse. As I am writing this... a theory is forming.
I am not sleeping because I don't feel like I have to down here. While traveling, I couldn't just hang out in people's living rooms at 5am typing... it would be weird. I can have two lights on here though, sit on the couch, even start cleaning or make something to eat at 4am like I did tonight.
Shit.
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