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Daddy and Sefora’s journey

Our first time in America

Daddy and Sefora, with the suitcases before departure.
Daddy and Sefora, with the suitcases before departure.

On 24 September 2026, my daughter Sefora and I left Zurich Airport for Vancouver.

This time, though, it was no ordinary trip. It was our first time in America, for both of us, and after Vancouver our first cruise was waiting for us too. Two completely new experiences, all in one journey.

For me, what mattered most was sharing it with my daughter. We did not yet know exactly what those days would bring, and that was part of what made it all so special.

Check-in at Zurich: this was where the journey really began.
Check-in at Zurich: this was where the journey really began.
Frankfurt, simply our stopover before the long flight.
Frankfurt, simply our stopover before the long flight.
On board, during the journey to Vancouver.
On board, during the journey to Vancouver.

Nine hours behind

One of the things that struck us most was the time difference. Vancouver is nine hours behind Switzerland.

We knew that, of course, but experiencing it felt different. We left Europe, flew for hours and hours, and when we looked at the clock, it almost seemed as though we were travelling back in time. It was as if that day would never end.

We had never travelled across such a big time difference before. It was more than just a number on the phone: we felt it in our heads, in our bodies, and in the slightly strange feeling of suddenly being so far from home.

White expanses and mountains that seemed to go on forever.
White expanses and mountains that seemed to go on forever.
Resolute, in northern Canada, appeared on the screen: that was when we really understood how far we were from home.
Resolute, in northern Canada, appeared on the screen: that was when we really understood how far we were from home.

Finally in Vancouver

When we arrived, we were tired, but we knew we really were on the other side of the world. Vancouver was only the beginning: the next day we were going out to see the orcas, and soon afterwards we would be taking our first cruise.

It was raining that evening. Even looking for the hotel, with our suitcases and tiredness weighing on us, became part of our first memory of Vancouver.

At that moment, we could not yet know what places, people and flavours we would discover. We only knew that the journey had finally begun and that we were sharing it: Daddy and Sefora.

The Condor aircraft at the gate: we had arrived.
The Condor aircraft at the gate: we had arrived.
Our first rainy evening in Vancouver and our arrival at the Grand Park Hotel.
Our first rainy evening in Vancouver and our arrival at the Grand Park Hotel.

Our stay at the Grand Park Hotel

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Next stop: Vancouver, our first encounter with orcas

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