I’m pretty sure I did Vancouver wrong.
Granted, I tried to chug down a complex, changing metropolis in just three days, which is a ridiculously — and, let’s be honest, insultingly — short period of time. In a misguided attempt at comprehensiveness, I turned my trip — my first since Canada reopened its border to Americans on Aug. 9 after a long, COVID-induced closure — into an overstuffed sandwich, letting choice bits slide off the plate and onto the floor. The best things I saw were unplanned accidents. If I’d gone a little slower and tried to do less, I probably would’ve found more.
So, in the spirit of regret and contrition, I’m giving my past self some advice — and I’m going to give it out loud, so you may profit from my mistakes and misfortunes.