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Recently, someone asked, “Can you believe Christmas is in 20 days?” Christmas! Isn’t it still summer?!
I won’t bore you with my brain freeze, suffice it to say I’m skipping this month’s question in favour of sharing how interesting November was.
To begin with, it was the first time I’d seen snow since 2013!
We generally leave Canada between Halloween and the Day of the Dead. After spending two years in Mexico, I’d forgotten what was involved in the metamorphosis from one climate to the next.
Fall in Canada was amazing. Sadly, we were unprepared when one day it was 22C (71F) and a few days later it dropped to -22C (-8F). Our above-ground water lines froze. Not good!
If you’ve read earlier posts, you’ve heard we settled onto our property at Cluculz Lake after wandering about for 4 years. We bought a winter-packaged RV, constructed a steel canopy over it, dug a well, installed utilities, and even purchased a Telus Hub. Our summer home: serene, quiet, the perfect abode for writing. Which I didn’t do. Landscaping, minimalizing, and 5 months of prepping for a month-long garage sale took precedence.
I actually would have stayed past November but an RV in winter is no place for this girl. Did you know: we rank 3rd as the coldest country on earth? I knew that. By October 25th, we had two wool blankets on the bed, and I still sported fuzzy PJs, socks, ankle warmers, and a balaclava every night. It is important to keep the head warm.
When we conceded that we had better leave, the earliest available flight wasn’t until November 12th. By the 10th we were in a hotel room in the city an hour away but close to the airport. That’s where things started going haywire.
We were due to arrive in Vancouver on the 11th to catch the flight the next morning for Puerto Vallarta. Only I got mixed up by the different flight times and had the taxi pick us up at 5 am thinking our PG flight was at 6:30 instead of noon which, in my defence it generally is.
Luckily, the cabby took it upon himself to check the flight status on the way. Upon discovering my mistake, he turned around, drove us back to our room and returned for us at 10 am. I tried napping. Nope, not happening.
On a side note, he was driving a 2012 Prius. The inside was spacious, and I was impressed having never been in one before. The wow factor was the speedometer showed 600,000 km! In ten years the only thing he’d ever done was change the battery. If you’re in the market for a new vehicle –?
So anyway, we caught our flight and arrived in Vancouver — minus our suitcase!
It was then that I remembered sitting in my seat on the PG tarmac, glancing out the window in time to see them carting the luggage over to the other plane’s conveyor belt. I’m toasty warm, like a bug in a rug, thinking to myself, “Someone on their way to Calgary has an identical suitcase to mine. What are the chances?” Apparently, none.
My husband couldn’t have cared less. We arrived in Vancouver–I did not cry. I wanted to. But on a bright note, there was a Dollar Tree and a Michael’s across from our hotel room, where I was able to purchase a toothbrush, paste, a hairbrush, and deodorant.
The next day my suitcase was on the carousel when we arrived in PV. Do you hear a “but” coming?
The airport was busting at the seams. None of the gates were free. There were no busses, no mobile stairs; and the Captain said he didn’t feel comfortable asking us to jump from the plane.
Ninety minutes later when we were finally bussed to the terminal, we walked through the airport and were outside in less than 8 minutes. Of course, our friend was thrilled to see us even though he had waited in the scorching heat for over two hours!
Oh, and … sometime between the end of April and December 2, our internet modem died. Did I mention I don’t do well off grid?
So, yes, it was an interesting November but everything turned out well. Actually, everything always does.
Maybe next time I tell you what it was like having no internet for three weeks. Or not…
We did have a lot of company this past summer. Some uninvited.