to Steveston, which is — what would you guess — 20 minutes outside Vancouver?
And yet, it is an entirely different world.
You’ve been, right? Probably even eaten the fish ‘n chips at Pajos (if you haven’t yet, you’ve got to).
We walked for hours along the trails. And boy, did it feel good to stretch our legs.
And watch people fly kites.
Wore a thrifted sweater, which was hand knit, probably by someone’s very lovely grandmother.
And my acid washed cutoffs.
Weekends in the summer. I’m telling you — they’re the best things going. The week has only just begun and already I’m asking myself: where to go next?
