Continued from Vancouver Day 3 Part 2.
Just as I finally feel like I’ve hit my writing stride, it’s time to head home. We both have flights in the early afternoon, which is convenient because we can head to the airport together.
The train station to the airport is a short one block away from our hotel. I love the location of our hotel! You see that big white spot in the top left of the photo? Yeah, that’s the beautiful sun shinning down on us.
We purchased 2 tickets, and 3 came out. I think whoever used the machine before us took the receipt, mistaking it for a ticket instead and left the real ticket. Oops. The gates were all open today, with the system operating on a honor system.
Chicken salad sandwich was terrible. OC’s turkey sandwich was terrible too. The doughnut was very good though. Next time, I will know better. I am just going to get a dozen doughnuts and skip the sandwich.
Ignore gates 90-99. Now, turn your head 90 degrees to the left. Keep in mind that we’ve cleared customs and immigration, so this is officially considered to be US territory. To the Canadian who played this joke; clever, very clever.
We said our goodbyes at OC’s gate. She said that it was a “mixed bag” traveling with me. I would agree. We definitely had our ups and down on this trip, but I think we definitely learned how to get along better as the days went on. OC then gave me a halfhearted hug. Maybe because she had 20 items strapped on her body, since she didn’t want to put anything else in her luggage. We would talk soon when we got back home to settle our financial accounts. We are cool, but our ceremonial goodbye was pretty weak.
I left to go to my gate, and headed for the restroom. It was under renovation, so I went back the other way, and I see OC walking around, also looking for the restroom. We had said our goodbye too early. Doh! Now we just awkwardly walked together for a ridiculously long way to the other set of restrooms in the terminal. Said goodbye again, this time even more curt than the first time. It’s like saying goodbye outside a restaurant, then you realize you are all walking the same way to your cars.
Went back to my gate, and not long after that, boarding started.
I can’t say that this was one of my more epic trips. I didn’t expect it be either. The Pacific NW is just that, tall trees and rain. It was super easy to travel in without stress, but also no sense of adventure. Surprising my friend JM for his birthday was the cake, the rest of the trip was just the icing, a mild Vancouveresque icing.