After a restless night at the hotel, we had a very nice driver, Mary, to the Eugene Airport. All went smoothly for our first flight to Seattle, with a couple of hour layover for our next flight. Seattle to Vancouver is a two drink flight . . . and that’s rushing it.
Once we arrived the customs experience was much smoother than our last time through this airport. A multitude of self serve kiosks were available to scan your passport and ask a few questions before we proceeded to the customs officer who quickly assessed that us old folks were safe. From there a porter accompanied us to the baggage carousel, retrieved our bags, and delivered us to a very nice taxi driver.
We were amazed at how much Vancouver has grown since our last visit . . . and the number of cranes contributing to many more high rises. Our taxi driver, who has been here for twenty-four years from India, was fantastic. With excellent English, he shared tidbits about the city and the area where we were staying overnight. The hotel staff was true Marriott quality! Henry, who checked us in, was a delight. The bellman who delivered our luggage was so adorable and friendly I wanted to take him home! Krista, at the front desk , provided concise (and easy) directions to a liquor store so we could buy a couple of bottles of wine to take on board for a fun, private wine tasting event.
The view from our eighteenth floor room at the Delta Hotels Vancouver Downtown Suites was panoramic. And, were very surprised when a staff member delivered a pastry treat welcoming us. I don’t remember ever having that happen before.
The hotel was conveniently located to LOTS of restaurants. We headed toward one that was recommended by Krista, but diverted to Browns Crafthouse that appealed to Hubby as soon as I started reading the menu. He was hooked when I said “Maui Poke.” Fully satiated after a Steel and Oak Dark Lager and the aforementioned poke bowl we waddled back to our hotel to relax.