It's real. We're here and we're moved in and this place is ours and we've started this unbelievable adventure. We've been dreaming of this for months now. Every morning, hoping to magically wake up in this city. It finally happened.
We met the dads in the lobby of the apartment building and headed to Medina Cafe. It's a little overpriced, but very delicious. They specialize in waffles with fancy syrups and dipping sauces. They won't scramble eggs, but they'll cook them any other way you want them. They make really good morning potatoes. Fancy coffee and hot chocolate was a specialty I enjoyed to a particularly high degree. You walk up to the front door and it looks like a tiny cafe that only seats 25, tops. Then they tell you that they will seat your party of four in about 15 minutes. Mysteriously, they lead you around to the back door which leads to a hallway which is clearly the entrance to a group of apartments. You pass through the hallway and around another corner and enter into a gorgeous back room with beautiful wooden floors, exposed beams, and huge windows letting in the city and the sunshine.
The apartment is a complete mess, and the dads did their best to help with some shelf assembly and mild unpacking. Max and I had an appointment to open a joint Canadian checking account. Oh, I'm sorry, chequing account with cheques. Because Canada.
Our appointment ran a little long which meant the dads were now on their own to get to the airport. Their flight left at 2:05 pm, and they left the apartment around noon. By train the airport is about 30 minutes away. We figured this would be plenty of time for them to get there. We were able to jump on a couple of trains and meet up with the dads to say our goodbyes.
Well... What we thought were goodbyes.
An hour or so later we get a call saying they're on their way back to the apartment because they missed their flight. Apparently you have to be at the airport to check in at least two hours before an international flight. There's only two flights from Vancouver to DFW each day, and the other leaves at 8:30 in the morning. This meant they were Canada bound for the night.
Well... We thought that's what it meant.
Instead, they'd booked flights out of Seattle back to Texas. This was the much, much, MUCH, cheaper option and it allowed them to pass through customs at the border we'd crossed earlier instead of at the airport. But, it meant Max and I would be making an unplanned Seattle round trip this evening. Seattle is a good 2 1/2 hours from the apartment, with optimal traffic. It was about 3:30 when we got on the road, which meant we were not going to be hitting ideal traffic. It was a fun trip though. We stopped at a Denny's Diner in Bellingham for some food. The dads had missed lunch since they went straight from lunch to the airport. We found them a hotel that was across from the airport and offered a free shuttle every 15 minutes starting at 4:45 am. Their flight was at 9, so that was plenty of time. It was great to have a formal goodbye with the dads, not just a hug and run on the train.
So with that, it is late, and goodnight.
The apartment is a complete mess, and the dads did their best to help with some shelf assembly and mild unpacking. Max and I had an appointment to open a joint Canadian checking account. Oh, I'm sorry, chequing account with cheques. Because Canada.
Our appointment ran a little long which meant the dads were now on their own to get to the airport. Their flight left at 2:05 pm, and they left the apartment around noon. By train the airport is about 30 minutes away. We figured this would be plenty of time for them to get there. We were able to jump on a couple of trains and meet up with the dads to say our goodbyes.
Well... What we thought were goodbyes.
An hour or so later we get a call saying they're on their way back to the apartment because they missed their flight. Apparently you have to be at the airport to check in at least two hours before an international flight. There's only two flights from Vancouver to DFW each day, and the other leaves at 8:30 in the morning. This meant they were Canada bound for the night.
Well... We thought that's what it meant.
Instead, they'd booked flights out of Seattle back to Texas. This was the much, much, MUCH, cheaper option and it allowed them to pass through customs at the border we'd crossed earlier instead of at the airport. But, it meant Max and I would be making an unplanned Seattle round trip this evening. Seattle is a good 2 1/2 hours from the apartment, with optimal traffic. It was about 3:30 when we got on the road, which meant we were not going to be hitting ideal traffic. It was a fun trip though. We stopped at a Denny's Diner in Bellingham for some food. The dads had missed lunch since they went straight from lunch to the airport. We found them a hotel that was across from the airport and offered a free shuttle every 15 minutes starting at 4:45 am. Their flight was at 9, so that was plenty of time. It was great to have a formal goodbye with the dads, not just a hug and run on the train.
So with that, it is late, and goodnight.
