A quick check of the flight options shows that the airlines make Vancouver-to-Mexico City travel feel like a test of patience. Reaching the city at a reasonable afternoon hour requires an 08:15 Aeroméxico departure, which demands a 05:30 alarm clock setting that borders on biological cruelty. The alternative is Air Canada, which burns an entire calendar day in transit only to deposit passengers at the terminal at 23:15. On top of that, even opting for budget carriers still guarantees a fairly expensive ticket for a trip that stays strictly within North America.
So our plans remain in limbo while Jay and I weigh the scheduling headaches against the thrill of brand new territory. Paying a hefty premium for terrible flight times rubs me the wrong way, yet staggering onto a tarmac before sunrise feels like the inevitable tax for diving headfirst into a premier cultural and culinary hub sitting practically in our continental backyard.











Although we are sending this letter in 2008, we’re pretty sure that it won’t actually get to you until after the new year. We hope that 2009 is a safe and happy one for you, your family, and friends.
On the day I am writing this, the temperature outside is -8 degrees Centigrade. If you could feel the cutting wind, you would think it is very, very cold. Usually the weather in this part of Canada stays a little warmer because we are next to the Pacific Ocean. The water usually keeps winter at least near +8 degrees Centigrade. Usually it rains during winters near our apartment. If one goes up into the high mountains that surround Vancouver, one can find snow all winter though. In fact, next year, in February of 2010 the international Winter Olympics will be held here.