I had a kind of a pretty view out the window of my Vancouver hotel room. The hotel was, well, let’s just say it had seen better days, but the price was right, the view was nice, and the location was great, so who am I to complain?
I have arrived home, about 50 minutes ago. Now it’s time for my scheduled two weeks of crushing depression and wishing that my entire life could be staying in posh hotels and hiking and seeing cute animals! Maybe I will live long enough to retire, and there will be enough country left for me to retire in. Here’s hoping!
