Getting My Bearings, Here….
Vancouver – day two, my friends. I haven’t been back in town for over six months, + driving around in unfamiliar territory is a bit of a situation.
I can’t imagine what it’s like for visitors navigating the sticky, complex + messy web that is the Los Angeles freeways. Yucko. No thank you, compadre!!!! First things first, you know you’re in Canada when you’re driving + you catch someone on the radio saying, “Okay listeners, tell us what you think about the ban on bagpipe buskers.”. Come again? Do what?!
“Busking”, is the beloved art of awe inspiring (cue sarcasm) street performance. Bagpipe busking? Awesome. Canadian.
I made a well needed massage appointment at Spa Utopia at Canada Place while I was in the states. Boy howdy, was I excited to get kneaded!!!! My back is like overcooked steak + anytime I stretch, I can hear my muscle fibers ripping. It’s an awesome sensation. My therapist, Lindsay was tubular. I know during a massage you should be quiet, zen, tranquil. But, we talked about Willie Nelson, rockabilly music, hiking , tattoos + Snoop Dogg. I secretly wished we would become friends one day! She told me that my back is way too messed up for a 36 year old. Holla!!!! I loved Spa Utopia + my back feels crazy good – like a good hurt.
Across the street, I picked up a couple things at the market. Avocados? So expensive!!!! In Los Angeles, I eat an avocado daily! It is to be no more….no more. Those days are gone. Cry for me + feel my pain, my Southern Californian brethren.
What comes after a relaxing massage? Hot dogs!!!!! Booyah!!!! Japadog to be precise.
Japadog is a Japanese fusion hot dog cart that now boasts two restaurants! Anthony Bourdain is famed for visiting Japadog on an episode of “No Reservations”.
To be perfectly honest with you folks, I’ve never been a fan of “fusion” foods. The sausage itself was yummers, but the teriyaki sauce with the nori was a little off putting pour moi. Call me a purist, because I am one.
After my fast food fest I went into the belly of the beast. Georgia St. + Denman. Lots of lovely one way streets like in downtown Los Angeles, but the difference is, the drivers here most likely won’t be convicted felons. Yes, I almost hit an elderly couple crossing the street. Here is a picture of Georgia Street.
I endearingly call it the Emerald City because of Vancouver’s green tinted glass high rises. I stopped by an old high rise that was renting a 600 sq foot one bedroom for $1285 plus $120 for parking. The place was busted – literally a hole in the closet door + a beat down bathroom. But the views were facing west towards the waterfront on the 16th floor + it was GORGEOUS!!! Sigh, I can’t wait to find a place of our own.