If Friday was physically exhausting, then Saturday was the mental equivalent.
We got up up early and made our way into the city to meet Carole's brother and his wife. The Aunt from Pensylvania that was staying with us this week was with us, of course. We all made our way to the Grouse Mountain Skyride and before long we were on top of Vancouver. Of course, it was pouring rain, three degrees, and so dense with fog that we couldn't even see each other let alone the city below, but none the less it was a nice afternoon, spent in the 'Bistro' sampling some absolutely amazing tapas, and quality draft beer. Well, okay, that was me... I think everyone else was having Shirley Temples. It was a relaxing afternoon spent with family, staring our the picture-window into the fog below, and we finally lazily made our way back to David's house to relax for an hour before heading out to Hons on Robson for dinner. Hons isn't the classiest restaurant in the city, (in fact, I'd doubt if it made the top 1,000) but it's hands down the best, most authentic Chinese this side of the Pacific. Dinner was great, and the leftovers were bountiful (and made a great lunch Sunday!).
Yes, all in all it was a very nice, relaxing peaceful day spent with relatives and loved ones. Yet, by 11PM when we finally made it home, we were mentally drained. Though we were all wearing our brave faces, David hasn't been having as many good days lately, and throughout the day as his energy was sapped, his health, and our collective tempo visibly declined. We all paid a hefty emotional toll that day, the crechendo of which, was the fairwell we bade to our Aunt, who was heading out at 6:00AM to catch a plane back home. We slept late into Sunday. This weekend is going to be the first two consecutive days we've had alone in this house in quite some time...