Because I couldn’t not reblog this because hilarity.
Originally posted on Pretty in PDX:
One of the things I like most about vacations is coming home. There’s something about seeing our little house with its white picket fence after some time away that makes me feel content. Inside the boys have their own beds, and I have mine and nevermind all that, there’s a stable fucking internet connection. But I loved our short time in Burnaby/Vancouver and Parksville/Victoria (speaking of Victoria, HOMGLOVE). Andy and I had been to Vancouver 7 years earlier as a newly married child-less couple and of course this time around it was all about low key fun – animals and water and sometimes both at the same time. I met a man at a gas station who wrote 4 places on the back of my receipt that the family and I simply must visit while in Vancouver. One of the first things that he said was: “You look like the girls from my country.”
I replied “Are you from Eritrea?”
He shook his head. “No.”
He smiled. “Yes!”
I smiled back. “I get that all the time.”
The four places that he wrote were: Capilano, Cypress, Shannon Falls, Whistler.