We took the ferry from Vancouver
to Vancouver Island (well, technically we were outside the city of Vancouver by
the time we got to the ferry). It was, of course, raining most of the time I
drove from Vancouver to the ferry.
On the ferry ride, I experienced
slight dizziness but enjoyed the gorgeous views. It was really cold and windy
outside, so even I spent more time inside than out. On one of my ventures
outdoors, a seagull coasted in the sky alongside the ferry, keeping up with it
without flapping its wings. Maybe it thought the ferry was a really big fellow
creature. Later, while I was in the shop with my dad, I looked in the direction
of a window and noticed we were passing islands, so I dashed back outside; I
also watched a ferry coming from the opposite direction. My dad was
enthusiastically shopping in the gift shop (and so was I was long as I was
looking at books). My dad could have shopped forever, but I got impatient and
went out to take pictures and make three little videos.
After that, we drove from the
ferry to Victoria for about half an hour. I got lost in town and asked for
directions twice—the second time because the first person I asked hadn’t
remembered that Government Street is one way for several blocks. We were only
two blocks from Government Street, but the one way blocks were a major
hindrance.
The weather has been bright and
sunny ever since we arrived on Vancouver Island. Thanks to growing up with the
fiction of L. M. Montgomery, I keep thinking of Prince Edward Island, which is
on the other side of Canada.
The James Bay Inn is full of
antiques and was built in 1906. Old-fashioned radiators are in our rooms, and
the lobby in particular has a lot of antique furniture (and two antique radios)
and a fireplace. We wandered around town after checking in. The inn is
surrounded by lots of beautiful Victorian houses.
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