Dreaming of lime gerbils in a cheese sauce

I just got home from a quick trip up to Canada. For my few European friends I'm sure this doesn't sound like anything unusual - you go to other countries for day trips or the weekend all the time - but in the US it's always a bit odd to say "I'm going to this other country for the weekend."

I left Seattle on the 07:45 train Friday morning. It was the most crowded I'd ever seen the train station. There were two trains departing and both were completely full. The one to Portland left a few minutes before ours but not enough that you'd have noticed. The ride up was quite uneventful and I got to Vancouver around noon. My host met me at the train station and we took a quick jaunt to his place to drop off baggage before heading off to lunch.

It was a weekend of very good eating, some fantastic Jazz (final weekend of a Jazz festival), sight seeing on little boats and sky train trips 'there and back again'. It was a bit warm but not so lethal that you had to stay in the air conditioning all the time.

My host was great as always. I think I put a bit of a cramp in his food routing with my wanting to try all these good (and not cheap) restaurants. I really appreciate him putting up with it. :)

I'm home now, it's late and I have to go to work tomorrow. I might write more about the trip another day.