I love that city.
But the colonial FORCE is overhwhelming. V and I sat in our hotel room, feeling striated by the statues, the cops, the brick, the "history."
V took a beautiful photo of a field of blue flowers in Beacon Hill park. Then today I was reading about how the Lekwungen, the First Nations people who live
d there, cultivated those fields as a staple food source. The flowers are camas.
The English got there and said (I'm not kidding): God is super amazing, because right here, in this wild wild place with all these hunters and gatherers, there are these great
fields of plants that our cows love to eat. It's like we were meant to show up. With our cows.
The Lekwungen liked the cows too. Especially after they shot and ate a few.
You can imagine the fallout.
Hugo rocked Victoria, as per this victorious photo. Take THAT, cow-lonialis
ts!
