We finally arrived in Vancouver...
Trying to manever the big farm truck ladened with our bikes becomes a special challenge in itself.
By the time we parked it underground...
we left it there.
It's much easier being chauffeured by a taxi then trying to park the big farm truck.
we are riding along...
and suddenly the window opens,
and I hear this wild shrill whistle...
I glanced aside to see what the commotion was all about.
Well, that farmer man of mine spotted his daughter walking along the street,
as we neared the restaurant which was to be our meeting place.
The cab driver stopped and asked what was wrong.
"Oh, nothing...I just see my daughter walking down the street." he says excitedly
The driver asks, "Where are you from?"
that word defines us very quickly.
He's always been proud of his kids no matter where they are.
This morning as we enjoyed our breakfast together,
the waitress brings over a Zippy Cup to my table setting and she's smiling at me.
The waitress played along and said, that my daughter had ordered this special for me.
In my house you will notice that I have a collection of Zippy Cups.
Somehow there's a special connection between those Zippy cups and it keeps us smiling.