Last Sunday Judith was still with us, and we were also expecting my sister Jessie to arrive. Her flight was appallingly delayed. Poor thing spent light years in the Los Angeles Airport. She missed out on Aunty Lorraine's meticulously organised, delicious dinner on Sunday evening because it was also Aunty Leslie's birthday and Cousin Sophie's going-away party -- lots to commemorate! Finally, at 11:30pm Matthew, Judith and I met Jessie (sans luggage -- bloody United Airlines lost that, not that we were expecting any different by that late stage) and took her to Gramma's house.
On Monday morning my lecture was cancelled, so I had a day away from uni. I still did a ton of reading, but it was refreshing not to set foot on campus on a business day... almost felt naughty! Matthew drove Judith and I to Hillcrest Olympic centre and we all went iceskating!
|Judith attempting to skate backwards and me beside her, not attempting any such thing.|
|Us looking pleased as punch that we didn't fall over once!|
|Matthew holding me up. Ice skating is very romantic.|
In the evening we went down to the corner of 14th and Granville to Luke's Corner Bar, our local pub. We ate yam fries (very Vancouvery of us!) and chipotle dipping sauce. I can't really explain chipotle -- think orange-coloured mayonnaise with a spicey bit of a bite to it.
On Tuesday it was Judith's last day, so we had a late breakfast of pancakes and raspberries, and headed for the airport. It has been excellent having Judith stay, and such a relief to see a friendly face from home! Although we did feel twinges of homesickness, we also got to explore Vancouver like tourists in a way we never had time to do when we first arrived. We wish Judith the best on her very exciting continued journey to Texas, and then to Switzerland!
(Tomorrow Jessie and I are getting twin mani-pedis at Metrotown which is a really huge suburban shopping mall... don't judge.)