'On the Road again. The blue tinted morning lacquered leather seats which rose with the dawn. Highways. Alpine. Mountains. Music. The city of clouds calls...'
My words won't do justice. From champagne laughter shaking camera hands when taking non-ironic selfies suspended on a little rickety bridge 100 feet from canyon death, discovering 24 hour bakeries (hey London, take note) or hiding out from the rain and drinking copious amounts of tea and talking about art, talking about poetry, talking about life, in lush little cafes. Hopping on ferry boats and sailing into mountain shadows (again), we skipped through the city like little kids with clouds strapped to our toes.
Granville Island Tea co. took too much of our money, as did the little thrift stores in Gas Town. Finches cafe borrowed our time. We snuck into Simon Fraser University to steal their views whilst a bobbing dock merrily whisked away more hours. Naima discovered the joy of Lebanese food, and in turn she showed me how a vegetarian could love sushi. Stanley Park tested our endurance whilst Christ Church Cathedral rekindled our faith in creativity. Visiting the The Vancouver MOMA (entry by donation wahey) with an Art major - would highly recommend.
As much as the city was another reason the Pacific North West is fast becoming more like home than Bromley ever was, it was being there with a kindred spirit that moved me most. We could have been at the cherry blossom festivals in Gion or a gas station in Utah and it wouldn't have made a difference. I will miss Naima the most.
'I didn't realize Sheba was a real place. I though it was more, you know, a state of mind'
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