“What is the plan for today?” asked the White Owl during the delicious hotel breakfast.
-We have a big day today, Mama! I thought we could start in the morning with… with…”
I coughed slightly.
“With the Royal BC Museum…”
It so happened that she was drinking coffee at the time, and it didn’t go well. She coughed and gurgled for a while, then told me she would do something else and that I could go to any Museum I wanted as long as she was not with me, especially Museums with no paintings in them.
So I went by myself. It was awesome!! I saw a Mammoth!
A real one!!
Otters!
Owls!
For some reason, not moving and not talking to me…
All kind of animals!
Oh my God there is a bear!!
There was a whole Victorian city with streets and shops and a real guy playing the piano and I loved it!
I decided to put this picture instead of one of the street, because this dress is awesome…
Also, a splendid collection of First Nations objects and art! A big room where you could listen and learn things about all the different languages and culture of the First Nations!
And so many totems!!
I was bursting with energy and full of everything I had just seen when I met the White Owl, and I insisted on showing her all the pictures I had taken, but she didn’t like it much more than the Museum itself.
Then, we went to Beacon Hill Park. What a beautiful place!! There’s everything for everybody! First, you have a beautiful English park with big trees, herons nesting, perfect grass and myriads of flowers, then you have a farm (A FARM!!) with peacocks, punk hens (I’m not sure it’s the technical term), and goats and everything!! And when you think you can’t have anything more and the peacocks have been calling LEON LEON for a while and the White Owl is bored, there’s a big field, a shingle beach, and the Pacific Ocean!
I don’t know the technical term, but I know a punk chick when I see one!
Also, the tallest totem in the world!!
This park is awesome…
The weather was so sunny that when we got back to the hotel, I had a sunburnt beak and complained loudly. The White Owl didn’t care, because she was putting on her nice dress and the famous hat. It was time for Tea at the Empress.
That day, I should have worn my hat… I obviously didn’t!
Well, we were not disappointed. The Empress was spectacular and majestic, service was flawless, tea was good, food was perfect, the White Owl was wearing her hat. We ate far too much and wandered in the harbour afterwards to walk it off.
Victoria is so pretty. So many flowers everywhere, and with the White Owl, we have the same habit of stopping to look at each flower separately, and smell most of them, so we are quite slow in flower-ridden environments. We also spent a lot of time watching seaplanes take off and land in the harbour.
What a beautiful day!!