Two months parking at the airport was beyond exorbitant and as it appeared BC Transit had a bus running on Sunday we elected for that route.  WRONG.  Only Monday through Saturday.  Kevin to the rescue . . . he kindly…

Flavia buzzed us in. The ancient caged elevator with wooden doors steadfastly refused to budge, no matter how many times the button was pushed or the doors adjusted … so with a heavy sigh we hitched up the bags and…

Coffee, some fruit and a delicious potato from a deli along the way – roasted to perfection in olive oil till crisp on the base and sprinkled with pepper . . . so simple . . . so tasty.  Sagrada…