It's finally happened: I have been here long enough that I am cold

North Van isn't a very warm place and it certainly hasn't been very warm of late.
I remember going to Mexico one of the numerous times that I went to Mexico and being amazed by these women getting on to the bus in crisp white shirts and black pants en route to their jobs, while I sat in the least amount of clothing possibly, still sweating like crazy.  And lo, as time wore on I started taking light sweaters with me in the evenings because of the "chill" in the air.
And so it is that I have finished today's 10k and I have closed a window in my suite and I am wearing sweatpants and a shirt and have a blanket on.  Granted, it did dip down to the mid-twenties today, but it's been interesting to watch how fast a body can acclimatize itself.
Today I drove out to Naramata.  When I was a but a wee lass I went to a camp (religious: why my mother let this happen is beyond me) in Naramata with my aunt and cousin.  Aside from being hopelessly homesick, I can't really remember that much about it except for the vast expanse of green grassed lawn, the gargantuan cherries and the beach.  The United Church compound is still there.  It's called the Naramata Centre, surprisingly, because when I read "Naramata Centre" I assumed it was a community centre for all to enjoy.  Houses predominately take up the waterfront in Naramata (which I fucking loathe: insert huge rant about public access to what should be public spaces here) and the best "beach" is owned by the Naramata Centre which has posted a sign telling you that you're welcome to enjoy the beach, but it's private, and if they need it?  Please piss off.
Praise be to Jesus.
Every once in a while I get riled up about religion and today was one of those days.  I just don't get it.  I'll not go galloping madly off in different directions here, but I will quote Bertrand Russell: "I am myself a dissenter from all known religions, and I hope that every kind of religious belief will die out".
Next I went to Summerland (lie: next I went to Township 7's winery) and wandered around a bit and had lunch.  I like Summerland except for the goddamn highway splitting the town in two and really limiting access to the waterfront.  Other than that?  It had a nice size and feel to it and the people were friendly and, as I compare everything to Penticton, it has so far fared the most favourably out of my trips to Oliver, Osoyoos and Naramata.  Had lunch at the Peacock's Perch in Summerland while finishing off another fantastic RS article about how Miami is going to be underwater shortly. 
Came home, flaked out in the backyard in my two piece.  OMG: the diet is imminent.
Went for another 10k.  Read lots of one of the VF mags my sister in law gave me (great article about the French Foreign League). I didn't realize how little I care for television until this trip: I turned it on around 8pm, looked at the lineup and turned it off again.
Two more full days here.
I've never really taken time to myself and this has been so, so enjoyable. 
Like, if I could do this forever but with Michael here with me?  I wouldn't want anything else.