Today, I and a couple friends ventured into Gastown, just outside of Vancouver’s core. It was a crisp day, the sun was out, and the snacks were abundant. Actually, last week while my friend and I were touring a few of the many trails in Whistler my desire to want to take pictures was revived. During my short weekend trip to Victoria I purchased a new camera battery charger (I lost my original one sometime between the last time I used my camera in July 2015 and the day before I headed to Ireland), and spent a couple hours going through an online tutorial on how to use my camera. It has been exciting to get reacquainted with my camera!
So, more than anything, today was a day to venture out and explore. To play around with some photography and to see a part of Vancouver I had yet to wander through. Along the way we found various stores, many pubs, and even more coffee shops.
Within moments of wandering the streets of Gastown I felt like I was in Toronto, Ontario. I think it was a combination of the buildings and the people, but something felt oddly familiar. Then, as I was texting a friend, it dawned on me that I had experienced such a view willing living in Toronto and that it was neither comfortable or uncomfortable.
A little while later I met up with one friend at purebread bakery. My mouth started watering before I even made it to the counter. With more choices then space in my stomach, it is definitely a bakery I will need to return too.
As we wandered we popped into a few stores here and there. One store had this amazing activity inside; only if I was wise enough to seek out the name of the store. Anyways, inside the front door was this very large white ball with the word LOVE written on it. Beside was this basket with recycled strips of paper that had “You Are Loved” handwritten on them. Prior to the holidays the store hosted an event to support a child with an illness. During the event this young child handed these strips of papers to each person that entered the store as they signed the giant LOVE ball. Without a doubt, it was a highlight of today’s adventure.
Our last stop in Gastown started off on a high. The Bird & The Beets looked, and was, a cute little cafe. Here, I sat down to a nice cup of herbal tea until the site quickly became the downer of our day out. Just as my second friend joined us, the restaurant started cooking onions in the main area, at the bar. At first the smell was okay but then it got stronger and our eyes started to burn. For some reason none of us thought of leaving the cafe upon first smelling the onions; I was thinking they probably were only cooking a couple and the smell would soon dissipate. But as time went on, the smell increased and our eyes started to tear; we decided it was time to leave. Leaving was the best and the worst. As soon as we stepped out onto the streets we realized how badly our clothes smelt. Much to ourAd dismay, we ventured on smelling like onion and wondering how we would rid the smell in our jackets, scarfs, and other not-so-easily washable items.
Overall, a less than productive day, but one well travelled. If you get a chance to wander the streets of Gastown I would highly recommend it. An afternoon stroll and hot cup of coco makes for a perfect hump day adventure!