Dare we hope?

That Spring has finally, truly arrived in Vancouver? It's been flirting with us for six weeks or so, with flowers here and there and buds on the trees, but then weeks of cold rain, or even snow. Today it is supposed to be sunny and 19. NINETEEN! Shocking, I tell you. Well, not so shocking for Vancouver for April, but shocking considering that five days ago it snowed. 

Yesterday it was also nice -- if not quite so warm -- and we took ourselves down to Granville Island in the morning (which The Boy insisted on pronouncing "Grandpa Island" no matter how much we enunciated, and then when we arrived said "grandpa??" upon alighting from the car. Ooops.). We arrived relatively early -- early enough to find a parking space with only TWO rounds of the enormous car park, which was clearly amazing for a Saturday. Of course everyone in the city had the same idea, and the place was impossibly crowded. There was a huge line of cars waiting to get in when we left, and some lady had been hovering in our area of the car park waiting for a spot. Just sitting there in the car. Such are the realities of life in Vancouver.

But despite the crowds and the lack of parking, it was still a great outing. The Boy ran about like a crazy person chasing birds and watching the musicians, and let me tell you, we got a lot of exercise chasing after him. But then we got to sit down on the dock and watch the birds and talk about the boats and smell the salty sea air, and buy things for dinner from the market and remember once again what I love about this city.

If only we didn't have to brave the galloping hoards to do it.