Our last morning in Vancouver! We showered and scrambled to get all of our clothes into our suitcases. All that Lululemon took up some extra space we weren’t expecting. Some Sitting on the Lid to Zip took place. Finally, we were off. Wheeling our heavy rollers down the streets of Vancouver once more. It’s nice the train station wasn’t more than a quarter mile from home base.
We boarded and snuggled into our seats. Part of the trip was giggling, the other part was playing our card game. It felt like Harry Potter… the train taking us through the green forests of Canada thru the US border. I hope’d there’d be a candy cart like in the movie series… but no luck. We found our way to the food car and grabbed breakfast : bagels and coffee
For whatever reason, I didn’t take a ton of pictures on the train. I did however, capture a First World Problem
moment when Carla got a phone call from Bloomingdale’s requesting a payment for her La Mer
bill. (love you!)
I didn’t take pics when we arrived in Seattle because I was too busy hugging my best girlfriends. We departed the train and those with flights leaving caught the tram from downtown Seattle to Sea-Tac
International Airport. Kates and I had the latest flights out so we spent the afternoon downtown.
First things first, I must explain that we had quite a bit of booze leftover from the weekend. In fact, peek at Kate’s bag… a little grab bag of everything… ergo, when in Rome
We had sparkling water to mix and decided to make a few roadies. Don’t mind the fact that I did it behind closed doors. In the handicapped bathroom stall. At the train station. #winning
Downtown Seattle was bustling with activity. We had a taste testing (i.e. hydrating) stop at DRY Soda
whose headquarters are in Seattle.
There had been a shooting a couple hours early – in typical Em & Kate fashion, we gawked and tried to get murder-scene photos. This was about as good as it got – I wonder if Time Magazine would want to purchase it… after all, there is an iconic Starbucks logo in view.
We found a tiny paper store on a corner called de Medici Ming
– french for who knows what.
We weren’t supposed to take pictures, but of course I took one. A wall of wrapping paper, unique cards… we both got a journal and chatted with the little old lady who hand wrote our receipts.
We watched some music acts at Pike’s Place and sent a SnapChat
to the ladies at the airport. Filling them in on our adventures thus far.
We grabbed sandwiches and seaweed wrapped rice rolls from Michou before we headed back in the direction of the tram.
One more selife to complete the adventure. The last two standing. Waiting on the tram platform to take us to SeaTac.
I’m going to miss Vancouver, Seattle, and all of the adventures we had. Each girl’s trip weekend brings new conversation, memory making, and new culinary discoveries. I’ll miss observing the mess that is E Hastings Street from a somewhat-safe distance. Observing the chaos life brings when you dabble in heavy drug use. This is as close as I will ever get to a drug overdose or anything even remotely along those lines.
I’m going to miss getting coffee-to-go and dancing in the streets. Giggling and taking the sights in. Dayshopping in Gastown and sampling pastries at Nelson the Seagull. Dining at The Lamplighter and watching coked-out Canadians holler inappropriate commentary at the top of their lungs only semi-fearing for our lives.
Vancouver, it’s been real.
Seattle, you’re beautiful
Until next girl’s trip, two-thousand and fourteen…