After part-taking in the environmental movement march at the foot of the Cambie Street Bridge on Saturday morning with our uncle James, I called Jay to see what he was up to and ask if he would like to hang out with us on this unusually sunny day (it’s been raining in Vancouver for weeks). We met up with him at Caffè Artigiano across from the VAG and sat down for a light lunch, then walked towards the Burrard Street Bridge to follow the coastline along English Bay. We dropped into a quaint French bakery called Tartine for some pastries to eat along the way.
Jay joined us for a family dinner gathering at Uncle Ben’s and met more of my extended family there including my cousin Matthew and his new wife. Uncle Hing cooked lobsters which was the main course. Capone’s was the pace to be for a late night social after dinner.
I had spent two consecutive nights over at grandmas so that I could spend more quality time with my cousins I hadn’t seen in over a decade. Grandma was happy to see me as well as I hadn’t seen her in about a year. I suppose I should make more of an effort in staying in touch and showing my face to family events.
Time flies when you’re having fun. This adage couldn’t be more true over the past few days hanging out with the Bostonians. But alas, the other adage all good things must come to an end, also rang true. On Sunday morning, I said my goodbyes to my uncle Hing, auntie Christine, and Gar-Hay flying back to Boston, then to Al heading back to Kansas a few hours later at the Greyhound Bus terminal.
