I adored my trip to Vancouver. This was a long time ago, though. I believe I had my birth certificate and driver's license. Between the flight up on Air Canada (the steward, an older gentleman with steel grey hair and a silver coffee pot) enquired if "Madam would desire more coffee?" Oh, yeeesss, Madam would! If I could have fit him in my carry on...I would have kept him.
The other notable thing at the airports was that everyone was so terribly polite. Americans notice those things - once we get over the shock.
I stayed at a lovely home owned by a beautiful woman and her fantastic children. *Great* kids.
And...some guy.
