* not with ink

This weekend was full of food and people and food and sun and food and celebration and, did I mention, food? I hardly had time to be un-full, and certainly never got all the way to hungry between meals. Thankfully I came back to a nearly empty fridge, so today will be easy on my tummy. It needs to recalibrate. Despite its prevalence, this weekend was not about food. It was about laughter and joy and had a bonus topping of sunshine. Lots and lots of sunshine. A sunny day in Vancouver is one of the most happy-making experiences. Add on coffee and lunch and parties with delightful friends, and it is no exaggeration to say that I couldn’t stop smiling all weekend long. Some other notes and thoughts: 1. Lynsey found us the perfect place to stay in Vancouver: Point Grey Guest House . Book a room that is at the back of the house, off 10th Ave. Breakfasts were a legitimate highlight, with fresh fruit, yogourt, homemade baked goods and blackberry jam from berries picked across the stree...

Do you know how difficult it was to not tweet, blog, or post on facebook that I was going to Vancouver this last weekend!? The answer is very difficult . But I had to surprise some people. And I did (mostly). I also had an unplanned opportunity to surprise an old housemate, which was exceedingly fun: him: "But I just read your blog! You're in Toronto!" me: "Surprise! They invented the airplane!"* Um, I loved loved loved the weekend. As the plane descended over the city, I thought to myself, It feels good and right to be here. Am I allowed to call two places home? Then my friends met me one corridor-corner before I was prepared for them, and the next 54 hours flew by. I won't bother to recount all the greatness that was had and the laughter that we shared. I didn't shed any tears, but they were there below the surface a few times. I do need to record these three things: 1. Poetry needs to be in my life. Right now, Czeslaw Milosz and Margaret Atwood a...