Happy Father's Day, Dad!
Ooooh baby, breakfast was delivered to us this morning! Spinach quiche, hazelnut and raisin scones, freshly squeezed orange juice, and steaming coffee all made quick introductions to my stomach. I debated asking Emily if she would just like to stay at Spinnakers for the rest of the time, but then I remembered we had a ferry reservation to Orcas Island the next day and I came to my senses. We laundered our clothes and occupied the unit until reluctantly relinquishing it a few minutes past check-out time.
We set off towards the Inner Harbor, the focal point of Victoria. We walked past the Empress, Victoria's most famous and glorious hotel where noon tea is served to tourists every day. We went in search of a semi-famous pawnshop Emily had read about in her guidebook. Sadly, it had been replaced by a store catering to yoga enthusiasts. We visited the Pacific Undersea Gardens where we watched a diver interact with many of the different sea creatures. The octopus was my favorite. Emily thought the wolf eel was especially cute.
We ducked into a couple of local artists' studios. Emily purchased a necklace made of reclaimed steel at the Raven Iron. We strolled through the Sunday street market where local artists and hawkers were displaying their wares of jewelry, leather goods, and blown glass among other things. We stopped for a peek into a thrift store on our way out of Victoria and we snacked on musaka and spinach pie at a local cafe. We then set off for Butchart Gardens, located about 12 to the north of Victoria.
Butchart Gardens is 55 acres of visual wonderment. It was founded over a century ago by Jennie Butchart in her husband's worked out limestone quarry. I've never seen such a well-manicured garden. Each plant had it's own special spot, the soil was dark and sultry, and I never saw a weed. The garden is divided into several smaller gardens which contain various flora - like the Japanese Gardens, Rose Gardens and the Sunken Gardens. The Butchart family has cared for the area since its founding and has done a truly remarkable job. We ate gelato as we strolled. Once it started getting dark, we thought it would be a good idea to locate a campsite.
We found dry, dark and densely forested Goldstream Provincial Park where we whipped up mac and cheese and tea before bed.
Ooooh baby, breakfast was delivered to us this morning! Spinach quiche, hazelnut and raisin scones, freshly squeezed orange juice, and steaming coffee all made quick introductions to my stomach. I debated asking Emily if she would just like to stay at Spinnakers for the rest of the time, but then I remembered we had a ferry reservation to Orcas Island the next day and I came to my senses. We laundered our clothes and occupied the unit until reluctantly relinquishing it a few minutes past check-out time.
We set off towards the Inner Harbor, the focal point of Victoria. We walked past the Empress, Victoria's most famous and glorious hotel where noon tea is served to tourists every day. We went in search of a semi-famous pawnshop Emily had read about in her guidebook. Sadly, it had been replaced by a store catering to yoga enthusiasts. We visited the Pacific Undersea Gardens where we watched a diver interact with many of the different sea creatures. The octopus was my favorite. Emily thought the wolf eel was especially cute.
We ducked into a couple of local artists' studios. Emily purchased a necklace made of reclaimed steel at the Raven Iron. We strolled through the Sunday street market where local artists and hawkers were displaying their wares of jewelry, leather goods, and blown glass among other things. We stopped for a peek into a thrift store on our way out of Victoria and we snacked on musaka and spinach pie at a local cafe. We then set off for Butchart Gardens, located about 12 to the north of Victoria.
Butchart Gardens is 55 acres of visual wonderment. It was founded over a century ago by Jennie Butchart in her husband's worked out limestone quarry. I've never seen such a well-manicured garden. Each plant had it's own special spot, the soil was dark and sultry, and I never saw a weed. The garden is divided into several smaller gardens which contain various flora - like the Japanese Gardens, Rose Gardens and the Sunken Gardens. The Butchart family has cared for the area since its founding and has done a truly remarkable job. We ate gelato as we strolled. Once it started getting dark, we thought it would be a good idea to locate a campsite.We found dry, dark and densely forested Goldstream Provincial Park where we whipped up mac and cheese and tea before bed.
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