Mountains!
(not that we can't see plenty from home)
Different mountains!
The trip started on a good note before we had hardly left home. We planned to take a ferry across Puget Sound rather than drive all the way down and then back up the other side, and we were early for the crossing, so we decided to grab a quick lunch. We quickly decided on a tiny Greek place. When we went in, we let them know we needed to eat quickly because we were going to catch the next ferry. We ordered our food, and they brought us the check so we could settle it right away. Then the very nice lady (maybe the owner?) showed me a stack of kid's books that we were welcome to look at, and she gave Hollie a little Greek flag. We barely made it through one book before our enormous portions of food were on the table, along with enough boxes for all of us, since we only had time for a few bites. We packed up the food and were on our way, and really impressed by how accommodating they had been for us!
Finally we made it to the B&B. We had searched online and found a "kid-friendly" bed-and-breakfast with a "family suite". We didn't realize that meant that there would be toys everywhere! So. Many. Toys! The kids had an absolute blast.
The fireplace was even fenced in, with a latching gate, and so we enjoyed a fire at least once each day. Even considered breaking up the furniture when we ran out of firewood at one point.
We had the entire lower level of the main building.
From Port Angeles, we took the ferry to Victoria, B.C., where we spent the day.
Our first stop was Sunday Mass in the beautiful cathedral. Warning: Catholic/Canuck joke...we thought about asking if the Canadian translation of the Mass had been changed. Hehe!
Then we had lunch at a restaurant whose chef was the first Canadian winner of Iron Chef. It was certainly very tasty!
Finally, we had time for one last stop before the one-and-only ferry back to Port Angeles that day. We decided to take the bus across town to Craigdarroch Castle.
A rich guy built it for his wife back in the 1890's, and after a while the family gave it up and it was used as a school, until a historical society took over and restored the original, very elaborate, Victorian-era style.
Despite not being allowed to touch anything, Hollie loved it. She told me that "after vacation, I'm coming back to live here." She claimed this room as her own...
We wandered up and down the halls, splitting up, passing the kids around...until someone realized it was time to get going. We had turned off our cell phones to avoid roaming charges, so it took quite a long time (and going up and down stair-cases) to find everyone. We hustled back to the bus stop just in time to see it leave. The schedule said that the next bus would be there in 15 minutes...and we needed to be on the ferry in 20. After about two seconds of deliberation, we started jogging down the sidewalk! I think we all knew we wouldn't make it, and thank goodness once we got into town, Abuelita jumped onto a bus of a different line and asked if he would be going near the ferry dock. He was! We piled in, caught our breath, and made it just in time. We would certainly never have made it if we had kept running...or waited for the other bus.
Oh, and that ferry ride? Rough seas, you better believe it. I was dealing with some sinus congestion at the time, and I thought my head was going to explode.
This one loves a ride on the boat any day, especially when she can make a bed out of everyone's jackets!
The next day we had planned to find somewhere to go sledding, but it turned out that we couldn't get to anywhere with snow without chains for the tires. So instead we relaxed and celebrated Daniel's birthday...again!
Blake still had fun with all the snow gear.
Gonna getcha!
I forgot to mention that this was a B&B...&B! They actually had a barn, so that visitors could bring along their horses, and where the owners kept their own five miniature horses. With the owner's permission, we went out to see them.
Hollie fed them a little hay...they were gentle, but she sure pulled her hand back in a hurry!
And what vacation is complete without someone running out of underwear. having to wash it in a sink, and dry it in front of a fire?
There were [at least] three notable puns on this trip.
First, Daniel and his dad were talking about the possibility of Daniel playing bass in a Cajun band if we were ever to move to Louisiana, and someone thought it would be the "bass case scenario".
Later, at the bed and breakfast, I was looking for some gauze in our first-aid bag, and I told Daniel I hoped it wasn't a "lost gauze".
Last but not least...
Along the main road through Port Angeles there was a restaurant called Fita's Mexican Grill. We never ate there, but we noticed it, and asked Abuelita about the name and what it might be short for. It didn't take long for us to realize that, saying it aloud, it sounds like "fetus".
As in -- So, what's for dinner tonight? Thought we'd go out for fetus!
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