I have been away for quite a long time from this blog, partly because I was in a plight of what I can't tell here, and partly because I'd been just busy, but mainly because I just wanted to free myself from anything that made me feel obliged. Yes, updating my blog was giving me a little sense of duty. Now I'm perfectly in good shape, phisically and mentally, gaining further energy under the California sun, that I finally want to start this again ;)
The end of the winter, which is inclined to be overcast or squall here in San Diego, evoked my perception that it already passed the middle of my stay in this country, pouring me sentimentality. Two years ago in April, in the same weather where girls wear camiloles and flip-flops, I moved to this place. Since then, two years slipped by, and I'm supposed to return to Japan in, at the longest, two years. What I'm experiencing here is precious and it would be regrettable if I don't take it down now.
Our choice was not wrong. Out of our 5 days in Canada, we stayed the last night at downtown, Vancouver and did not waste our precious time, visiting Granville Island. Granville Island is right across the False Creek and we could reach there by either walk, bus, or boat. On the way, we took bus, and way back, boat(aprox. 5 min.) The reason people go there should be the public market, and ours, too. 
Variety of food from over the world were beautifully heaped and I felt an irresistible impulse to buy all these appealing food, especially the colorful Italian pastas and pretty sweets. Yet the fact that I still had to take a flight to San Diego made me give it up. Instead, I satisfied my appetite with a cup of cram chowder, which was exquisite :)
It was a spring break last week and my partner and I indulged in skiing at Whistler in Canada.
From the next morning on, we greedily skied for three days. The terrain of both Whistler and Blackcomb was satisfying enough to make our legs wobble, and we lost our way many times because of the immense scale of skiing ground and a dense fog. 
As might have been expected, the lunch at any lodges was diverse with Mexican food, Chinese noodles, fish & chips, and of course a hamburger & pizza, which, for me, left nothing to be desired. Our hotel was a bit expensive for that level of a mediocre room; yet, we couldn't complain much since it was located right under two Gondolas and still in the center of the village, where we could find plenty of classy restaurants, nice cafes, and a supermarket. Whistler will be the perfect venue for 2010 winter Olympic.
