I left Tenerife early this morning, tired and a little depressed. Not looking forward to the long flights to Edmonton (um...especially now that I'm flying Economy :P), and not looking forward to saying goodbye to my travelling companions. I can't say it enough, this trip helped me so incredibly much. Being with people that knew me, and have known me the last 4+ years, know the expat life, know Madagascar...I know that I've bascially gotten used to Canadian life again, but there's something about becoming an expat that changes you for life. It's hard to explain and you don't feel quite the same...and it's nice to be around people that know what I'm going through. It's not that I have a better relationship with my expat friends, it's just a different relationship. Anyway, moving on.

Nothing about the airport or the plane or the flight particularly sucked, but it still all sucked. Everything about it just really sucked.

I found a cheap guest house to rent, that's close to the airport and has reliable internet (I'm downloading tons of old TV shows!!!!), and has an English pub attached.

It does look a little depressing, especially in the rain, but it's clean and I can't really complain. I'm leaving tomorrow at 07h00, and this is the only section where I qualify for priority boarding and lounge access. But...I didn't bring my card with me, so I may not be able to use it. Oh, well. Hopefully I can at least use it to get check my bags in without extra charge. I'm travelling with two suitcases,which is always problematic

Another problem is that I hadn't been expecting to go direct to Edmonton. I could have stopped in Montreal to pick up some clothes...but I just didn't want to. I really don't want to be alone, however pathetic that sounds. I don't have much for warm clothing so I'll have to get creative.

Tonight I'm feeling very blah, but I'm also feeling like I'm in a scene from Bridget Jones' Diary, minus the love interest(s). Either that or Coronation Street, minus the really, really ugly people.