As a young girl, I used to think that Vancouver was boring and I longed to live somewhere else. Every summer, our family would go camping in the interior of the province, and it thrilled me to spot license plates from other parts of Canada and from the USA. “I want to live where I’ll be able to see cars from other places, every day!” I said to my mother.”
A couple of decades later, when Mom visited Merida for the first time, I confessed that I often felt homesick.
“Well Dear, you always said you wanted to live where you would see license plates from other places, every day,” she asked, “You sure got your wish, didn’t you?”
She didn’t add: Be careful what you wish for because you might just get it! But, I bet she wanted to.
I wonder how my young eyes could have failed to appreciate British Columbia. It is called, Beautiful B.C., and indeed the entire province is striking. For the first 10 days of our vacation, Jorge and I are staying in an apartment in West Van. Located almost on the waterfront, we have the beach-walk across the street, and from the 13th floor wrap-around balcony, we enjoy a view of the sea and the mountains. The peaks look as though they are rising straight out of the depths, which in fact, is exactly what they do.
The walking path that hugs the shore from Ambleside Beach to Dunderave Pier, is enjoyed by walkers, runners and lots of people with their (well behaved) dogs and their (darling) babies. Along the water’s edge, some of the large rocks are decorated with whimsical glass bead mosaics, carvings and towers made of smaller stones. It is like an art gallery.
On the land side, there are benches, with plaques that have dedications to loved ones. I read one that simply said: I loved my wife, and she loved me. We both loved this spot.
Vancouver is a big city with conveniences, commerce, entertainment, shopping, and the luxurious life style that is available in densely populated urban centers. But the city planners thought ahead, and were careful to preserve the natural environment as much as possible. The results are spectacular.
Do I sound as though I want to move back here? Hm-m-m-m-m?
Actually, I would not want to do so… not full time. I have made my life in Merida, and if I left, I’d miss my family, friends and my home too much. And I am not used to cold weather anymore. It is just mid-September, and already the temperatures are cooler at night, than I like… I well-remember the months of cold, wet weather that Vancouver endures most of the winter.
But yes, I must say that I’d love to spend part of Yucatan’s hottest, most humid season here in the temperate western part of Canada.
I got my wish once, and have lived for many years where B.C. license plates are few and far between… Let’s see if Lady Luck will bless me, yet again.