It’s amazing how easy it is to make the switch from tourist to resident when you move to a new place. One minute you dedicate every waking moment to reading guidebooks, newspapers and blogs to find out what you might possibly be missing out on, and the next you find yourself knee deep in routine and very much at the centre of your comfort zone. I speak from experience, as in 16 short months I have gone from super tourist with camera and cartoon map at the ready, to settled resident who sees nothing but the pavement on the way to the SkyTrain station every morning. Don’t get me wrong, there are some novelties I’ll never get sick of (Granville Island is in all the guidebooks for a reason), but every now and again it’s good to awaken my inner tourist and try something new. In this particular case, my inner tourist was awakened by someone other than me. A friend from my BUNAC group flight, who had since moved back to the UK, was back out to visit and brought with her a bucket list of things she didn’t get round to doing when she lived here. Right at the top was a trip on a seaplane.
I’ve come to learn that Spring is a funny season in Vancouver; one which is often characterized by its non-appearance. The months of March to May have so far consisted of wet and cold weeks of autumnal misery, intertwined with the odd beautifully sunny day at the beach. Not much of a happy medium where the weather is concerned. Despite this, there are three main things that embody Spring in Vancouver for me, and the odd burst of sunshine this afternoon compelled me to write about them.