Happy Holidays!

So, my last day in Mexico was a nightmare. We spent the majority of the day looking for Costco in Cancun...a task apparently only undertaken by the zealous of spirit. The best of the day was the 10 minutes we spent at the beach. The waves were about a meter high, which was amazing after the sheltered beaches of Playa del Carmen, and when they hit the rocks I was standing on the water splashed up and soaked the clothing I had originally meant to keep dry.

The flight home was boring, as airports and flights usually are, but at least it wasn't delayed or canceled like every other flight headed to/from YVR...since when does Vancouver get snow that stays on the ground for longer than a day, let alone close to two feet?!?

When we were waiting for our baggage to come down the carousel, I was sitting with the bags and I look over to my right to see this young guy standing beside me smelling a piece of paper with an expression on this face that had, at that point, become all too familiar after waiting for the washroom on a plane full of white people leaving Mexico...a mixture of confusion and urgency. When I looked at him with a bewildered look on my face he proceeded to explain that the paper did not "smell right" and, in fact, smelled of garlic. At a loss of what to say, I expressed my concern regarding the strange odor and attempted to distract my self with Peter Mansbridge's discussion of ships.

Anyway we got home around midnight to a drive full of snow that had to be shoveled, resulting in my current state of being wet and cold and intense desire to go to sleep.

Good night!