On Saturday morning I was on a boat. A BC Ferry to Vancouver to be specific.
Then I was with Catriona and Sarah as we waited over an hour to cross the border into the US of A.
Where we immediately bee-lined for outlet stores and grocery mecca. Hello Bellingham Trader Joe’s. Nice to meet you!
Yep, I go out of my way to cross a border just to return with two new bras and two heaping bags of non-essential groceries.
As sustenance we required deliciously squishy beefy burgers and soda from a magic techie fountain.
And then we waited over 90 minutes to make our way back into Canada. I’m not a fan of border patrol’s organization. Nope.
But the copious amounts of red wine and girl talk took my mind off things (later that evening, not at the border!).
Sunday morning obviously required brunch. As seen on TV brunch of course. Nothing like a trek through East Vancouver to track down yummy bacon and eggs.
I highly recommend a vanilla milkshake alongside your scrambled eggs and coffee.
And then I was back on a boat!
And a city bus. With two heaping bags of groceries. Win!
