Day 7- May 26, 2006- Vancouver-Seattle

Doug hogged the blankets all night and I woke up a dozen times. I worried that I'd oversleep and be late to the bus, but of course, every half hour I was up and checking the clock. Last night some people checked into the room next to us. The walls are thin, and we hadn't noticed so much until they were there. Doug decided they were American because this morning, we heard them watching The Price is Right before we left. It's probably a good thing for them they showed up when they did and not sooner, or else they would have been subjected to Doug and I's bickering and other noisiness.

We went to exchange money to leave the hotel tip and got breakfast at a cafe across the street from our hotel and afterwards, took a cab to the train/bus station- good thing too, since it started to rain and the walk would've taken us an hour at least. We got stamps at the station- a dollar each- and filled out the postcards we got yesterday, the only form of contact Doug's had with his family or roommate since leaving. We planned on taking photobooth pictures, but the machine won't take our quarters and we gave up trying, cashing our money in instead.

We're on our way back now- and I won't be able to write on the bus much longer. Last night, at dinner and after, Doug and I were talking about drinking, how he is happier when he is. And I was thinking about how the first time I came out to the west coast, I started drinking coffee and how this time, I might come back with a new vice. I doubt it though. There's no reason really, and I'm terrified of the extra calories.

Doug's complaining that he's gained weight since he quit smoking and while I don't mind whatever difference there is, he does, and I have no choice but to give permission for whatever will make him happy. I doubt he'll start again- not on this trip anyway, but who knows.

We've been gone a full week but it feels like months already and I'm sure this is how the summer is meant to feel.