The first impression when you walk in Vancouver is of a relaxed and airy space. Trees are aligning the streets and people stroll peacefully its sidewalks. Entire families are biking in Stanley Park that is full to the brim with people enjoying its shores and the lawns.
We drove to Vancouver directly from the Seattle airport where we came overnight from Anchorage. A sleepless night…in Seattle. Just when to cross the border we noticed that our son’s passport was expired since March. With the new rules of Homeland security in the US we freaked out and started to call to figure out if we would not have problems entering Canada or coming back. The phone line from Border Control services had an extremely long automated message that was hard to apply to our situation and all forums were buzzing with similar situations and convoluted solutions that would cost lots of money and time. So we decided to go to the border and told straight the Canadian border agent the situation just to be waived through with no concern:”Don’t worry about. Have a nice time in Vancouver!”. “Yeah, but the Americans? What would they say when we get back?” “They won’t bother you. Don’t worry.” So we crossed and soon we drove in downtown Vancouver where our hotel was.
After a sleepless night the best place to go was Stanley Park, an expanse of green and water right on top of the downtown where a long walk on the promenade by the bay woke us up. On the other side of town, in its oldest area, the Gastown, a short circuit bike race was zipping through its cobblestone streets.