As is generally the case during the last few days of a visit to Vancouver, everything has been reduced to an untidy but highly enjoyable attempt to see as many people as possible before I am dragged across town to the plane ride east.
Today, I am to see my first ballet (The Nutcracker at the Queen Elizabeth Theatre) before attending a gratuitously carnivorous New Year’s party. Tomorrow will be my last chance to meet up with anyone. Posts with substantive content will resume when I have more time to devote to such things.
Cough, sputter… your *first* ballet?!?
What did you think of the ballet?
It was interesting, though quite impossible to follow the plot entirely on the basis of what happened on stage.
Not flying because of climate change definitely limits the frequency with which I can see friends in other places.
Still, it seems remarkable that six years and seven months passed between when I last saw Astrid in Vancouver and when we spent an hour walking together in Toronto today.