I’m in Vancouver this week, taking my first trek through Canada and attending my very first Pastor’s Conference. I’ve already got the post idea for the latter in my mind (and a title, in fact: Passion, Privilege, Purpose) and will be throwing that down next go around. But for now, I need to wax eloquently (hopefully) about this piece of heaven that I’ve been living in for the past two days.
Vancouver is absolutely breathtaking. I’m talking sensory-overload, have-to-look-away-because-it’s-too-much-to-take-in beautiful. As far as aesthetics go, this city has everything I love all in one place:
Brilliant, bold mountains…check.
Expansive bodies of water…check.
Untouched forests greener than anything you’ve ever seen…check.
Sweeping skyline and robust city life…check.
Charming restaurants and cozy neighborhoods…double check.
This right here is a 3 minute walk from the place I’m staying:
To the right you see about 1/5ths of the downtown skyline. To the left sit the beautiful trees of Stanley Park. Behind are mountains that seem to shoot straight up from the gorgeous blue water, and there along the coast are houses that light up the night like far away Christmas trees. It’s this fascinating combination of it all that just doesn’t quite make sense. I literally had to turn and look away. It was too much to take in at once.
Me and the missus had long ago planned a big trip up Highway 1 for ourselves one day in the near future. The idea was to hit up California and head up all along the West Coast. Right now, though, I’m thinking the trip needs to be focused in on only the Pacific Northwest. Seattle was beyond my expectations. I’m sure Oregon will steal my heart. It’s all too good to be true right now. I hate to say one of the fellow writers on this blog and one of my dear best friends was right about something, but here goes anyway: Zach, this part of the world really does have something going on. It certainly is a little slice of paradise.