Our journey to Canada started with an incredible (over) two hour delay at Gatwick airport. Which subsequently meant we missed our connecting flight to Vancouver.
But the night we spent in Toronto was certainly not a terrible thing (and, actually, turned out to be a small miracle given a slight mixup in our booking of accomodation and such... but yes, I won't go into that).
We eventually got to Vancouver airport, where we met our transfer, a very enthusiastic fellow, who spoke to us about the Queen and other commonwealth related affairs. The good ol' British Empire, eh.
Our drive to Whistler was not disappointing. Travelling on the highway looking towards the islands was super pretty, and even though we were jet lagged and travel-weary, the views more than made up for it (and also despite travelling past such dubious names as Furry Creek).
More than 24 hours later from the beginning of our journey, we made it to Whistler, Canada.
We were staying at Whistler Creekside, which is an incredible little place full of friendly people and cute shops, with plenty of the lakes and trails all on the doorstep. Our Airbnb was named the Marmots Den. It was very apt. We loved our little den. Although the choice of art was perhaps... questionable.
Ethan went and did what Ethan had to do in order to shred the gnar (or whatever terminology you're supposed to write here to talk about such things).
But for me, there was laying by the lake, tanning and reading my book, hiking the trails, and cooking in our den. And when we were together, there was canoeing, cable car rides, swimming, visiting waterfalls, the consumption of BBQ and (vast quantities of) maple syrup. We really were leading our best lives.
I've spoke about many of the places I've visited as being beautiful. But honestly, the scenery and the views that I witnessed whilst in Canada have changed me. It is beyond incredible.
I can't wait to return.
