How has it already the end of the trip that took a month and a half to plan? Every time I am at YVR, it feels like I just escaped Alcatraz (<-SF reference, aww yeah). Flying to California, I felt like I could see in colour again. And now it’s time to return to the grayscale of reality again. The trip was one of those standout bits of time that you need to hold you, while you force your way through less impressive things like endless Vancouver rain.
I am taking in my last few moments of this beautiful city by myself; my lovely travel companion is on her way back to Boston. So I’ve got the sound of suitcase wheels and Springsteen to keep me company for my last few hours in this city by the bay.
Clam chowder out of a Boudin sourdough breadbowl… had to.
I decided to celebrate this at Fisherman’s Wharf, walking around and taking it all in. I just finished some crab chowder out of a Boudin sourdough breadbowl – could I be more San Francisco *Chandler Bing phrasing*? Sipping a Cali Sauvignon Blanc, enjoying some street musicians play some Bob Marley, looking at Alcatraz in the distance – this is a delicious moment!
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