by Heather Cassell and Super G
I wondered if I had actually crossed the border from the U.S. into Canada as I looked out the window of the Bolt Bus that transported me from Portland, Ore. to Vancouver, B.C. Was the check point, where they didn’t even stamp my passport, a figment of my imagination?
I very well could have been back home in San Francisco, just a bit greener and smaller. I was often told by Vancouverites visiting San Francisco that our cities closely resembled each other, but when I arrived at the bus station I found a city that was indeed similar on a miniature scale.
Vancouver is a city the size of my neighborhood, at least the Western part. Even the shape of it on the map resembled my neighborhood and had a similar laid back feel with a comfortable bay breeze.
I had a couple of hours to kill after arriving in the Vancouver, so I dropped my bags at our hotel and began wandering around downtown Van, as locals call this gem of a city on the water.
Super G was on her way to Vancouver via plane, since we both decided to spend the weekend with our respective friends. I took off to Portland, to see one of my close friends for a little girlfriend getaway while Super G partied it up with her friends in San Francisco.
We agreed to meet at the end of the weekend in Vancouver. - See more at: http://girlsthatroam.com/?p=2648#sthash.jqpnDiaB.dpuf
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