Soooo, the last time we spoke, I was ready to live-blog my West coast vacation. I even talked Paul into buying an iPad for the occasion because I was definitely going to post all the time and capture every step of our trip.
...and then I did not. Which surprised no one, but disappointed my parents.
But now it's eight months later, and we had so much fun last year that I was like !! I could do it again let's do it again! (and Paul was like, "Are you sure you don't want to vacation somewhere else?" and I was like "Shutupshutupshutup" and sent him a bunch of mountain emojis next to gun emojis). So I guess maybe I'm thinking that since I haven't updated my blog since the last trip, and since I'm on the very same trip now, if I were to blog THIS trip...it's sort of like I actually did the thing I was planning to do in the first place? One of those people who stumbles onto my blog because of Telefrancais probably wouldn't even notice what a shitty and inconsistent blogger I am.
Thus, I present Paul and Tessa's West Coast Adventure II. Because I'm pretty sure I can write at least one more post in the next nine days.
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| this was part of my West Coast propaganda campaign. it worked! (for context: I call Paul "Ham" sometimes.) |
I'm writing this from a Calgary Starbucks, eating a pepperoni and tomato foldover and trying not to get flaky pastry grease all over the aforementioned iPad. (This foldover is life-changing; it's essentially a Starbucks pizza.)
Calgary is a necessary stopover due to Paul's childhood BFF and his wife -- who are awesome people with awesome cats -- but it still may be my least favourite city ever. Sorry, Calgarians. You're super friendly but all your grass is brown and the air is so dry that my eyelids feel like sandpaper when I blink. We are, however, only here for about 20 hours before we leave for Banff. In this specific way, our itinerary for this trip is vastly improved over last year's, where we were in Calgary for three or four days, because I did not yet realize that Calgaryissortoftheworst (again, sorry Calgarians) (your mayor seems great?).
From Banff, we're driving through the Rockies and down to Seattle, where we will enjoy more Starbucks tourism (the original Starbucks being substantially more thrilling than the Newport Village Shopping Centre location in which I'm currently sitting), as well as Pike Place Market and maybe that games store we went to last year where I took this excellent photo of Paul:
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| even his hair looks excited! |
We'll also make a pilgrimage to Burgerville, which is just...more on that later.
For our last leg, we'll drive up to Vancouver to visit with my aunt, eat gelato at North America's best gelaterie (seriously, it beat Stella Luna), look at household items at CB2 that we can neither afford nor possibly take home with us, and drink a ton of Granville Island beer.
Hmm. I've now been in this Starbucks for long enough that I'm starting to get barista side-eye. Paul is about to pick me up following his visit with his ex-extended-in-laws (#modernfamily) and I need to pick up some Lysol wipes to sanitize our rental car, but then who knows what we'll get up to?
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