This is the story of the return flight. I'm typing like a praying mantis because the seat in front of me is reclined and my laptop does not fit between the seat back and me. The laptop makes a 'V' in my lap, not an 'L'.
There is only one bad thing about living in Victoria. It's on an island. I'm not exactly sure why I booked my return flight out of Vancouver, but I did. Maybe I thought it would be cheaper. My flight out of Vancouver was at 2. That meant getting up at 6:30 to ensure I could make it 60 miles in 7 1/2 hours. With some time to spare, but not a lot. I had to take a ferry, which meant getting to the ferry and getting from the ferry to the airport. Neighbour Mark offered me a ride the day before. I accepted and said I would buy breakfast too. Well... the 11:00 ferry would get me there at 12:30 which left me not much time to get to the airport. That meant taking the 9:00. It's not a long drive from my place to the ferry, maybe 30 minutes, but Mark and I leave at 7:30 so that we can stop somewhere for breakfast and get some coffee. We decide on McDonald's because a real restaurant might take too long. I couldn't argue with that. And I like McDonald's breakfasts. And Mark paid. He twisted my arm or something. Played some hardball. It was good; even the coffee wasn't too bad. Thank you for the ride to the ferry and thank you for breakfast Mark. I'm working on my story of John - it might take me some time. I'm not saying it's long. I'm trying to ensure I don't miss anything and do John some justice. The neighbourhood will be mentioned a few times, John is a big part of that. Mark is part of what is so good about my neighbourhood.
The ferry ride was quite uneventful. I sat in the SeaWest Lounge for the first time. For $10 you get a comfy seat, some that recline, a newspaper, some magazines, all the Starbucks coffee, fruit, and some stuff like danishes and muffins that you could want. And lots of quiet. I will do that again in a heartbeat....
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