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After building anticipation and a couple long days of travelling, I am home for a vacation. I've never gone home for vacation, but rather I tend to leave my home to go on vacation. But I am really looking forward to my time here. The closer I got to home, the more excited I got. Why? Because it just felt and looked like home.

I knew I was home when...
- when the stewardess greeted me in French
- when I saw the brown, snow-capped mountains
- when I stepped into the Vancouver airport
- when I could flush toilet paper (but I always have to think twice)
- when there was warm water in the taps
- when I didn't need my passport to board my last flight
- when the majority of people around me had light hair and pale skin (the rest were Asians)
- when I saw the Tim Hortons sign
- when I used Canadian money...to buy a doughnut
- when instead of converting the price to Canadian dollars, I converted it to Quetzales
- when Spanish comes out of my mouth, and I realize something's wrong with that, and I just have to laugh
- when jeans or shorts, T-shirt, and flips flops are our traditional clothing
- when I saw the Canada flag and British Columbia flag flying outside (not just on a pin or a T-shirt)
- when I started to get emotional

Snow - in summer

Mmmmmm

Lots of fresh fruit in Tactic, but not cherries!

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