But at least I had breakfast...

This is the story of a failure.

This morning I had the opportunity to demonstrate what a spontaneous, adventurous person I am, and failed utterly.

As I was waiting for my breakfast to come at the little cafe next to the hostel, the schön Deutsches Fraulein staying on my floor, happened to walk in. On her way out, she said she was going to Stanley Park, and wasn't I going too, and would I like to accompany her? In a spirit of adventure, I said that I was waiting for my breakfast, would she care to wait for just a moment? Alas, she had already eaten. Maybe I would see her at the park? Maybe.

Now this isn't some kind of lost love, oh I just let the girl of my dreams slip through my fingers kind of thing. Hardly. I'm not so desperate or crazy as that. Still, I could have had a traveling companion through the park, one from a culture which interests me, and who I know I share some interests with. And all I had to do was skip breakfast and give up on the $2.75 it had cost me. Here comes adventure, there goes adventure. Oh well.

I soon learned that the idea of running into someone, at random, in the park was nigh inconceivable. The park is huge, the largest municipal park in Canada, covering an entire peninsula at the end of Vancouver. Walk for five minutes into it and you forget you're in a city. There's a walk around the perimeter of the peninsula, some 8 km long, which I opted to skip, as it was low tide (low tide stinks). So I got to go through this primeval set of forest. Tall trees with the sunlight creeping through. They actually describe it as a temperate rainforest. It's really great. I'm planning on going back in just a few minutes. I think it's high tide now.

Would have been more fun with another person, though.