I can tell I'm winding down.
And missing my rascals.
The hotel bed isn't sleeping as great as it was earlier in the week, and I'm getting tired of the clothes in the suitcase. The food is still amazing, and though the fact that I haven't had to do dishes in a week is pretty darn wonderful, I am actually looking forward to our little family meals of chicken nuggets and mac-n-cheese.
To perk me up a little bit, the husband took me out to the most beautiful place.
It is an amazing park that juts out along the seawall of Vancouver, and its mix of gardens, landscaping, and plant life are remarkable. Add that the Pacific Ocean is lapping at its edges, and you pretty much have an idea of what paradise looks like.
Beautiful, eh? (Like that throw back to my Canadian peeps?!)
We saw tons of Canadian Geese. Which Kirk and I decided that since we were in Canada, then they are probably just Geese.
I have a thing for boats. And this blue houseboat was just about the cutest thing I'd seen all day. Next to the goose, of course.
Look! There were even totem poles! I'm not sure anywhere is complete without a good ole' totem pole!
And this one is for my Nashville posse. You're welcome.
And then I decided that I was WAY underdressed.
And then Kirk decided to get in the spirit of all the earthiness that goes on up here and hugged a tree. It just seemed like the right thing to do.
And then we pretended to like eachother.
We ate at a little restaurant inside the park, and here I am looking all touristy with my park map and slurping my frozen lemonade.
I even stuck my feet in the Pacific Ocean. Oh.My.Stars....cold is not even an adequate description.
After the long trek back to the hotel, I rested my poor feet. I was flip flopped out and was grateful for the nap that we were able to catch before heading out for dinner.
We went to this amazing Mediterranean restaurant. And it was faincy. But, unlike most of the other shmancified restaurants I've eaten at this week, I understood everything on that menu. Because Italian food is part of my love language, and I was in heaven.
I ate this.
Yes. It was amazing.
I ate it all.
I ate it all.
And then I ate dessert.
That's gelato made by the in house pastry chef, and, yes. It was amazing.
And here we are at dinner.
This vaca must be working....Look! He's smiling!
And that's me with Sandra.
And every good meal needs someone peering through their beverage.
On our way back to the hotel, we stopped in at a little souvenir shop. You know the kind. They are stocked to the brim with refrigerator magnets and teensy spoons. We had to buy trip gifts for the rascals, and they are going to
hate us be thrilled when they find out that all we brought them were tee-shirts. You're welcome, kids.
We are having an amazing time on our trip, but like I said, I'm beginning to wind down. I'm really missing my babies and cannot wait to see them and snuggle them up tight. Vacations are so good for my soul. It is so nice to get away from real life for a little bit, because I always appreciate real life so much more when it begins to hit me in the face again. I feel like I'm a better mom, a better housekeeper, a better wife, and a better friend when I come off of a getaway.
Canada has been great.
But I'm positive that there is no place like home.
One more day of Super Fun Vaca.
But for tonight, Super Fun Vaca Day 7....Over and Out.