I landed in Vancouver on Sunday and it was pouring rain. My Aunt and Uncle kindly drove me around the city, saying things like “you could see this, if it wasn’t so cloudy”, and “this is a really pretty place if it’s not raining”.
It was raining. Not a gentle drizzle, but the sort of rain that soaks in.
At 4 pm Monday, as I was about to head to the float plane terminal, I got a text message telling me that my flight was cancelled. Which was annoying, I was looking forward to the trip.
I got myself, with the assistance of Curtis, the kindest concierge in the known universe, re-booked on a flight at 10 pm.
And as I was sitting having dinner and I looked up, I realized. The delay was nothing more than Vancouver wanting me to know when the sky clears and the sun shines, it really is a very beautiful city.
I was in Vancouver once – it is really beautiful. I hope you get a chance to enjoy all that it offers (which is never possible on a work trip…)
Luckily, both times I’ve been in Vancouver (1975 & 1993) the weather has been nice!