Happy New Year! From beautiful Bowen Island in British Columbia, Canada, North America.
If I knew them I’d include latitude and longitude, if only to reassure I’m back on Canadian terra firma following our gastronomic adventure in the south of Spain. It turns out I failed to conclude our travelling story once I departed Barcelona and arrived in Marseilles.
What’s that? you say. There’s more?
Yes, my friends, still a week in France, more good food, some travel and warm evenings in the company of dear friends.
Kind of dizzying, really, how mind-bogglingly good our lives have been post-Orville and Wilbur.
But now, firmly rooted on the rock where we live, life runs more or less as normal.
The Japanese have a word for what transpired out the window this morning — unkai — sea of clouds. It turned out that much of the Lower Mainland (Vancouver and environs) was cloaked in a thick blanket of grey which had settled in the night.
It must have been fog soup down below for the ferry and every few minutes we’d hear the long low drone of the foghorn, alternately warning and guiding, I guess.
Some of the fog burned off as the sun came up but mid-morning I drove to another part of the island, a home closer to the water where they were still encased in a cloud of humidity. They stayed that way for a few hours more while I came home to blazing sunshine.
It always depends on one’s perspective, doesn’t it? That’s a quote from the book of mothers, BTW.
The Country Mice 