You would think attending a massive world-wide event like the Olympics, in Vancouver B.C. would be—well—crowded. Thousands upon thousands of people attended the games on Whistler Mountain and Cypress Mountain. Lines of people streamed out of the sky train stations and SeaBus station, however the friendly folk of Canada have an incredible transit system.

Tom and I dashed out of the hotel today and made a beeline for Hudson Bay Company–the only store that carries Olympic paraphernalia. Everyone in town is wearing red knit mittens with a white mapleleaf on the palm and the Olympic rings on the top.

Yes, it’s rainy. Yes, the wind is howling and the 2010 Olympic flame is blowing sideways leaving my umbrella to resembles a closed tulip, but the enthusiasm for the Olympic games is infectious

The title says it all—if we had to live off the sea here in Cortez Bay—we would starve. Fortunately there are mussels on the beach and of course oysters—too numerous to count. Speaking of oysters . . .funny story that.

Cab driver drops me off at wrong marina—looks rather like a fisherman marina, which I point out. “Oh no, you got the right place here, yeh, this is it.” He says in a very assured tone. I climb out of cab and huff my bags out of the back before he even steps foot out the door. “Here, let me help you” he says salaciously. “Gosh, your strong for such a little thing.” Eye rolls on my part. This after I told him, I was a writer. “Oh, write them there romantic novels do ya?” “Ah, no, just this and that.” Could be dangerous territory, I’m not talking romance novels with this guy.