It was short, but thankfully, not too short.

I've noticed something strange while thinking back on Vancouver. I expected everything to go by so quickly. But everything seemed to slow down. Not in a bad way, but in a very pleasant one. The time leading up to going there seemed to flash by, then suddenly at the end of Friday it seemed like we'd been there happily for days and days. I remember particularly in the bank waiting for Ann to change some money thinking it was the same process when Dub had taken me to another bank the day before. Except it wasn't the day before. It was only a few hours before. The same with the other part of that expedition. It seemed like we'd been there several days, so naturally we were low on wine, and we needed to look for more. It had been less than 24 hours since the first wine bottle had been opened!

We did a lot and packed a lot in. I didn't do several of the things I thought I'd like to before I arrived. But I did what I wanted to most, that is, have a chance to talk to everyone, and thankfully it didn't rush by in my mind.