I’m in Vancouver for Thanksgiving, and fall is definitely in full swing: the leaves have turned, and it’s a perfect 7 degrees, just the way I like it. Perfect sweater weather on a perfect day, missing only a steaming cappuccino cup of Aztec hot chocolate at Thomas Haas. A warm chocolate mochi bun fresh out of Café Joie’s oven more than made up for it, though.
Stella and I spent the morning with family and friends at Garry Point, where it was cold and windy, and worth every second watching the pup run in and out of the icy water. Then she decided it would be a great idea to dig, eat, and roll in the sand. She currently smells like the ocean, and will most definitely find herself in the bath before Thanksgiving dinner #1 tonight.