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Hello again. Writing currently from Vancouver, Canada, one of my favorite places on earth. This is how my 8 hour train ride from Washington to Canada was.
Oh wait - first I would like to talk about how poshitively (no that is not a made up word) inappropriate my grandfather is. First of all, having him drive you is like a roller coaster already. You start out by thinking of what you think your most powerful last words should be. Mine were BE SUPER POSH. I WAS. Also, you start to think it's not so bad, just the only problem is that your head is all nonstop headachey from all of the smoke because he's smoking. Our first stop is.... the cigarette store!!! At first all of this kind of intimidated me but after a while I was just laughing. He was constantly giving me money, and I lived on Coffee and doughnuts for breakie fast. Our arrival was met with him asking my uncle to clean his toenails - actually demanding. (see video down below i think) Mixed with the show The View, which he adores. I got used to hearing a bad word for every sentence and hearing that his heaven is right now, where both his sons are working for free, and that he loves having his grandchildren act crazy. When I left he gave me 20 dollars and told me to stop begging my parents for candy money and to use this instead. I adore him. Also, I hung out with my completely adorable cousins, who I will call MG and AO. They are purely insane but the cutest things I have seen ever. OA+MG = POSH POSH POSH. I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM. See a video of them later.I kept asking their mom, or my sort of aunt, if I could take them home and see them in the dog crate. At one point, because they kept attacking my charming brother, My brother stood up after they had been hurling themselves at him and standing on his face and jogging, and MG actually hung on to his face and refused to let go. I love them.
I kept on asking every single person on the train "are you Canadian?" If they said yes, I would show them my Canada dance and give them high fives and told them they ruled. Face it, Canadians rule. If they said no, I would say "oh." because what else is there to say? (see my Canada dance below I think). I also watched bounty hunter and a bit of the clash of the titans on the TV at the ceiling - four dollars for the earphones. I was met by some of the Poshest people on earth. My grandmother who we call Couch, and her partner Larry. It was a very happy posh car ride back as we chattered away.
The next morning, I woke up to see blue berries as big as my big toe. They were hand picked and one of the POSHEST things I have ever tasted. Ever. AMAZING.I helped Couch water her plants and then my aunt, Popsicle, who rocks, came over. Couch had gotten my mom, Popsicle, herself, and I all beautiful matching bracelets that have brown twine with silver beads. I am wearing mine right now. Then we had to go because we had to go to my grandpa, Zeyda's house to see him and his partner Norma. Norma has two super fun grandkids that my brother and I really get along with. For a while, we played with them in the pool then we went upstairs to eat. My aunt was also there. We played botchy ball in the cool park, and then we had to go.
The next day, yesterday, we (meaning Couch, Larry, btw we are staying at their house, and my family) went for a beautiful hike with tidepools filled with tiny crabs we could pick up. Yipee! Then, we had to go back home and make dinner for Zeyda, Norma, Popsicle, and her partner, TickleMan. Couch and I had been secretly planning a cake and some treats, but we weren't sure if Zeyda had given it away since he handed her a present. The cake was delish. Posh.
I must go now so soon I will write about what I did today.\