Our trip starts with an incorrect flight time (our flight was actually 30 minutes before what we thought it was, so good thing we got there early enough!), a 3 hour delay due to unfavorable weather in San Francisco, two seats that were not next to each other, and a bitchy passenger next to me (I got up once to use the bathroom and when I politely let her know, she very slowly rolled her eyes at me and took her sweet ass time getting up out of her seat as slow as a snail.  At first I thought ‘wow what a rude person, but I’ll give her the benefit of the doubt, she’s probably slow moving due to her age or a weakness’, but that was quickly eliminated once I saw her speed walking at the speed of a freight train at the arrival terminal).  On the plus side, I got to watch a movie and one and a half episodes of How I Met Your Mother on the flight.

Once we arrived in Vancouver and got our bags it was a bright and lovely 3am and 50 degrees.  The customs officer grilled us on why we were entering Canada and I get this feeling that he’s on a power trip and wants to intimidate us.  When he asked us what our occupations are, we say “…. Uhhh we’re bloggers”.  He looked up at us like we were aliens.  “We quit our jobs to travel”.  He STILL looked at us like we were the mayors of crazy town, but this time he stamped our passports and sent us on our way.

I felt sick as a dog with a splitting headache and nausea, but once we stepped outside in the fresh air and out of the air that the bitchy passenger was sharing with me, I started to feel a little better (probably because of the Advil I took 20 minutes prior).  Public transportation was no longer available and we had to take a Taxi to our hostel which was a great deal more expensive than we had planned, but our driver was extremely friendly and somehow knew that Santa Cruz was on the other side of Los Gatos from San Jose because he was “good at geography”.

When we finally arrived at our hostel, it had been almost 10 hours since my last meal.  Technically I had eaten an apple on the plane, but oddly enough, apples make me hungry, so that was about as useful as eating my in-flight magazine.  We walked to a convenience store and bought a burrito which made me feel like a human again.  Another piece of good news is that we ended up in the same room.  We weren’t sure if we were in separate, single sex rooms or not, but thankfully we were able to share a room.  There were two people already asleep in our room and I was finally able to get some sleep once we arrived.  Shout out to our awesome headlamps that gave us the ability to see in our room without waking up our dormmates!

At 10am the following morning, Jason felt sick and went back to sleep, whereas I had only gotten 5 hours of sleep but somehow did not feel the need for any more.  I got some breakfast for myself and Jason, then we went out on the town…  To Be Continued…

Quote of the Day:

(Sharon: “We should have a mascot that we put in every picture we take, like a stuffed pig.”)
Jason: “You could be the stuffed pig that we take pictures of.”

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