Arriving In Vancouver

At the luggage carousel, my sister was waiting with open arms. I was so happy that I managed to go the right way in this new land. I introduced her to Naomi, explained about the cracker snack and then we headed to the sky train, especially designed for the Olympics. It felt like riding the monorail at the Metro Toronto zoo since removed because of accidents. I thought the zoo went downhill from the accident. The city cannot afford to feed the animals and when I visited there, the poor animals looked depressed. I really felt for them, me being an animal lover and I vowed never to go back to the zoo again. I would rather them close the zoon, than let the animals go downhill.
Once we got to my sister's town house, I was amazed at the architecture and wanted to take a picture but I was encouraged to take it when it was not raining. When was it not raining? I saw a glimpse of the sun once and right now it is Saturday. A slow drizzle to keep the trees green and the Vancouverites mumbling to themselves as to why this weather is happening. There are tonnes of umbrellas here, which makes me want to call it umbrella land. I've never been in a climate like this. It is supposed to be moderately warm throughout the year which means having a green Christmas.
The upside to this, is there is always a coffee shop around the corner. Starbucks is everywhere and the Vancouverites gravitate to them. Me on the other hand, seeks out a Blends where the price is descent and the coffee is extraordinary. So you are dealing with a coffee and holding an umbrella, which my sister seems to think is more dangerous then possessing a weapon. The reason is clear...if you slip and fall the person holding the coffee burns another person while poking his eye out with an the points of the umbrella. So, the moral is take time to savor the flavor of the coffee in the shop around the corner. As my brother-in-law would put it, a living room outside of your house.