Laura and I went on vacation. By ourselves. I generally believe in vacationing with our children. I love being a family of four. We travel well together and I strongly believe that giving them the experience of things outside of their realm of home enriches them. But this time, we were on our own. And, well, it was super awesome.
I worried about the kids more than was reasonable. But now that we're home and they're still alive, it is obvious that I need to chill much more often.
I won't bore you with any further exploration of my neuroses. Instead, here are some photos. Also, I LOVE CANADA. Everything about it, especially its people. They're like French people, only friendlier. And they called me "Love". i.e. "Can I get you another drink, Love? Oh, you're welcome, Love."
I'm not even kidding.
|We took a train from Vancouver to Whistler. The scenery was so lovely that I had to put down my book.|
|I conquered my fear of heights and braved the gondola to experience Whistler's "Peak to Peak." I'm glad I did. I was sweating profusely, but I still got a photo.|
|Oh, the room service. It was impeccable. The salmon was the best I've had in a really long time. "Would you like anything else, Love?" No, this is everything.|
|We went on a bear watching tour. We saw nine bears. Our bear guide was passionate. He knew where the bears hung out. He knew their names. Their story. I don't typically like strangers, but I liked him.|
|This photo is blurry, but I'm posting it because of the two bear cubs. How adorable are they? (Very.)|
|Her name is Ella. And her adorable baby on the left doesn't have a name yet but I'm going to name her Anna.|
Go further. It's my new motto.