Loving the Canada life.
This face says it all. (Don't you love when you act like a 101 year old with your cell phone and end up taking a picture of yourself instead of what's in front of you?).
I am tired, tired, tired.
The plan begins when I decide to take an uber from my house around 17h00 to the airport on Sunday night. Last Sunday night.
It wasn’t found.
I called the consulate to find out what to do – there wasn’t a consulate in the city that I had landed in, but there was one in the city I was flying to late Wednesday night. But no matter which open I took that they offered me, I wasn’t guaranteed a passport or a way out of the US.
|Crying, tired, and it's only a Monday|
Thank god for workouts….I think they are the only thing that is saving me this week….other than the very good nature of my co-worker, who laughs with me instead of at me. Or maybe a bit of both. But they key word is “laugh” instead of “getting so freaking annoyed at me”.
We took an hour or so to explore downtown Philly, we seriously never do anything fun while we travel, so it was nice to explore a bit!
|and...while travelling...if there's a homeless person sitting nearby....why not ask if they'd like a cheesesteak too? You never know what their story is.|
And the difference between the two, in case you live under a rock and aren’t familiar, is A LOT.
The ride across the boarder was slightly less dramatic. I had every single boarding pass, hotel receipt so show my way into and around the USA. And they just let me go. Phew.
I arrived in Windsor, which may be the smallest airport in Canada. I was so looking forward to having a glass (or three) of sparking wine, but I was stuck with this.
|veggies, cheese and fruit, and red wine in a plastic glass. Whatever. it was food and drink.|
And I fell asleep in a very tiny airplane. Haven't been in one that since since I flew in Mada.
I arrived safe and sound in Toronto. The hotel was beautiful and my suite had a washer and dryer. I wish I was there now. Sleeping.
Saturday (after a very long and active day - my BF also got stranded in Toronto for 24 hours! Thank you Air Canada!), I walked around downtown. It was bumpin!!!
Eaton Center was open until 21h30 so I walked around until my feet were too sore.
|Doesn't it look like these reindeer are getting a little freaky???|
So now, I'm back at the office. Day 2 of 5. I'm exhausted. Emotional. Sick of travelling. And kind of wish I had the dog cause honestly, she provides me with lots of laughs but doesn't talk as much as my co-worker. I'm getting a little tired of.....well, talking.
Once I'm back in Montreal....I'll get the new passport. I'll put on some makeup this time so I don't look like a serial killer.
And...hopefully will post later this week regarding some TO adventures.
Life is never boring.