Jetsetter Part 1 – Surrey, BC | Whistler, BC | Vancouver, BC

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Leaving on a jetplane…

Recently I spent 6 amazing days out in the Pacific northwest region. Needless to say, at the end of it all, I didn’t want to leave. For a brief moment, I hesitated getting back on that plane, reluctant to trade in the cold damp weather of Seattle for the hot, humid weather of Dallas.

We left Dallas early Friday morning. My cousins Ysabelle, Francis, and Adrienne took a different flight with a layover in Denver while I had an hour layover in Phoenix. They arrived in drizzly Seattle a bit earlier than me so by the time I made it to the rental car facility, they were already lounging quite nicely in a Hyundai Santa Fe.

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The 6 hour travel time left us all famished, so we hit the road in search of one thing: bacon jam. We’d heard a lot of things about Skillet Diner, the creator of the magical bacon jam topping whispered upon the lips of bacon lovers the world over.

Unfortunately we couldn’t find the diner, but instead, we found their food truck. I went traditional–just their burger and their fries. See picture above. Seriously, Dallas food trucks, learn a lesson from these guys. This is what a $12 combo meal should look like. Every bite was amazingly packed with so many well-thought out flavors.

After finishing our food, we got back into the car and headed toward the I-5 for Canada.

We stayed with our cousins Cheryl and Benji. They live about 30 minutes from the US-Canada border in a quaint suburb called Surrey. The first night we were there, we went to the Richmond Night Market–an event that lasts several months out of the year. The weather that night was what we expected–cold and rainy. We explored one food stall to the next, trying food we’ve never had before like takoyaki, and (for me) poutine! By the end of the night I was stuffed. I couldn’t eat another bite or else my skinny jeans would have popped open.

That was day 1. On day two, we got an early start and hit the road for Whistler, BC which is a 2 hour drive north of Vancouver. The day started out pretty dreary and rainy, but the weather didn’t detract from the scenic views at every curve in the road. Towering, tree-covered mountains that disappeared into the clouds, vast oceans that stretched far into the distance. There wasn’t one moment on that trip where I wasn’t gazing out the windows in awe.

Driving up to Whistler, BC.
Driving up to Whistler, BC.

Whistler did not disappoint. We spent the afternoon in the village, walking around and taking pictures. Whistler Village was a shopping mecca in a wooded oasis. Although we walked in and out of various shops, we were really just there for the sight seeing.

My cousins and I at the Olympic rings at Whistler Village.
My cousins and I at the Olympic rings at Whistler Village.
(L-R) Francis, Ysabelle, Adrienne, and me. Whistler Village.
(L-R) Francis, Ysabelle, Adrienne, and me. Whistler Village.
Whistler Village - Whistler, BC
Whistler Village – Whistler, BC. It rained off and on that afternoon.

After several hours of exploring, we headed back south to Vancouver for some Korean fried chicken. Oh my heavens. I had no idea this stuff even existed.

Needless to say, we rolled our fat selves happily home afterwards.

On Sunday, our third and final whole day in Canada, we went to Cheryl and Benji’s church and then afterwards had a veritable buffet of sushi and other Japanese delicacies I’ve never had before like fried chicken skin, spinach in peanut sauce, shrimp toast, and some kind of baked oyster in mayo. It was all absolutely delicious and only around $15 per person! And we sat in this cute little family style Japanese den.

Our food at Fish on Rice in Vancouver, BC
Our food at Fish on Rice in Vancouver, BC

Afterwards, Benji suggested we head out to the Capilano Suspension bridge in North Vancouver. It’s exactly what it sounds like: a 120 year old suspension bridge that they managed to build a theme park around. Adrienne, who was terrified of EVERYTHING, literally went into shock when she found out it was a bridge suspended over a raging river. We kept messing with her the entire time, saying things like, “Wait, did Benji say that the suspension bridge connects those two mountain peaks over there? Is that why we’re heading in that direction?” And, “Wow, the bridge is 120 years old! It’s probably just like the one in the Indiana Jones movie!”

At the Capilano Suspension Bridge in North Vancouver, BC
At the Capilano Suspension Bridge in North Vancouver, BC
On the Cliffwalk at the Capilano Suspension Bridge Park.
On the Cliffwalk at the Capilano Suspension Bridge Park.

Admittedly I had a bit of a toddler tantrum near the end. When you first enter the park, they give you a map with a list of stations you have to get your map stamped at. We were at the last one when my 4 year old cousin Ethan ran up and said, “I want to stamp it!”

“Nooooo!” I said. “You stamp your own!”

“No, I wanna stamp it!”

“No stamp your own!” I said.

Then there was this lady who was waiting behind us in line and sheepishly said, “You can stamp my map if you want.”

“Yeah go stamp hers,” I said. “I wanna stamp mine.” HAHAHA. Afterwards, Cheryl remarked that she could totally tell I was the youngest in my family 🙂

Was it worth it?

I survived!
I survived!

Uh, YEAH. I’m pretty sure it was!

After the suspension bridge, we went to Stanley Park. Seriously, British Columbia has no shortage of scenic views. First of all, look at this.

Stanley Park - Vancouver BC
Stanley Park – Vancouver BC

And this.

Vancouver, BC
Vancouver, BC

And THIS.

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Who wouldn’t want to live in one of those buildings overlooking the ocean and the mountains?

It was a great afternoon.

At the Olympic Cauldron - Vancouver, BC
At the Olympic Cauldron – Vancouver, BC
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