I'm laying on my belly in a swanky hotel in Toronto. I got a king sized bed and I will run a bath when I finish this post. This is the first day of my california ascension, my homeward bound, me throwing in the towel or coming to the reality that I can do no more winters in the northeast. I left Boston this morning after two days with my most favorite people, two RISD friends that made living in Providence memorable. I'll miss them. But I don't want to start from scratch again, so back to the west coast I go, the familiar landscape, seasons, people. Then why am I in Canada? I spent the day, 10 hours, in my car and I can sit no longer, hence the laying down. It seemed like a good idea until I hit the Toronto rush hour traffic and started doing little dances in the drivers seat to keep my bum from going numb. It's not a good sign, I have a long way to go.
Tomorrow I will make this detour worth while: seek out a coffee shop, go to an art/design museum and buy something, preferably edible... maple syrup too touristy? There's a pool and sauna in the hotel, I may have to visit before checking out. After my cultural survey of Toronto, I'm headed for Aurora, Illinois, my dad's side of the family's hood, just outside Chicago.
I want to note: the crosswalks in this city are timed awfully short... I could barely cross the intersection in time, how does a little kid or elderly person do it or are Canadians faster than Americans? Also, they take american money at restaurants and the drug store... I saw some other americans do it at the bar just now... how convenient! So now I have chocolate from the drug store and am ready to eat it and take my bath. Signing out.
Pictures from the Art Gallery of Ontario; the camera atomica exhibit.