Summer in Vancouver had been rich : rich in reunions, in joy and feelings. Manon and Enzo, the oldest of our grand childs, discover at their turn British Columbia, and meet us again, after 3 years of parting ! Despite of the time it was as if we had left them a few days ago. They have their marks on Skoiern, and in the evenings, when we come back from our walks we play relentness card games, it’s difficult to get old like this ! It’s the discovery of Vancouver, Stanley Park and his aquarium, his totems, Canada Place, the Gastown steam clock, Granville island, False Creek anchorage with his floating houses, just in the city center…It’s the discovery of Nanaimo and Newcastle island, the indian reserve, and the meeting of owls, Canada geese, racoons, deers, otters, eagles, herons, seals… A trip in waterplane, with the fly over our boat…Reunion also with our swedish friend Pele, here in Vancouver for a meeting ( the sailors always meet themselves, every where in the world ! ). The indian totems are now part of our world, an eagle watch over our lounge, joining our tiki from Fatu Hiva.
The kids have gone, they will come back in Brazil to see Rio de Janeiro, we made the promise, and we hope they will succeed in persuasing their brother and sister to come with them.
