If it's Tuesday, it must be Belgium....no, wait...that was LAST week!

I think I have become a gypsy....I travel from place to place and live basically out of a suitcase. Ok so maybe I don't wear big bangly earrings or tell fortunes using a crystal ball but I do know how to play the tambourine.

We moved back into the False Creek condo and immediately got back into the swing of life in the city. Tennis lessons, yoga classes, dinners out, bike rides, walks, wandering through art galleries then bragging about it all to others who are, in our opinion, less fortunate. You know the ones...those that don't live 'downtown'.

My cousin spent a few hours with us on the weekend and she fell in love with 'our life'. In fact, she wants our life. Even my mother has told Doug that if I should ever mistreat him, then she knows an 87 yr old woman who will step into my shoes in a heart beat!

But back to the 'call of the suitcase'. After a mere one week sitting in the hall closet, out came the suitcases and we were back on the road. This time to spend a few days in Salt Spring Island dog and house sitting. Now before you feel too sorry for us...the dog is a pampered poodle and the house is a gorgeous home overlooking the water.

If I HAVE to sit in a big comfy chair and read my book sipping wine, then I guess this is a good place to do it!