My father had talked about a visit to Toronto Islands for almost a couple of decades, since I first moved out to Toronto. I had thought that this wish would be fulfilled with the Harbour Tour on Sunday but failed due to dock repairs. It didn’t even look like it would happen given the weather forecast for the remainder of his visit. Today, when the sun came up and the waters looked relatively calm, we headed across the street for another go. This time, we were lucky. While the skies were a bit greyer, we were able to stop off on the islands and even rented a quadricycle.
Toronto Islands is a string of islands that protect the inner harbour of Toronto. It is home to a very large city park, a small amusement park, the city airport, and a small community. Even though I live less than a 5 minute walk from the island ferry terminal, I had only recently rediscovered the joy of visiting this oasis from the bustling city.
After the hard work cycling to Ward’s Island, we headed to the Pearl, a Chinese restaurant overlooking the lake at Harbourfront.
We really had just finished lunch when we had to make our way to dinner. Tonight, some of my parents’ oldest friends were meeting for dinner. By my calculations there were a couple people who have known my father for about 67 years! It was probably a good thing that I didn’t have much of a voice: I just sat back and listened to all the stories of my parents’ childhood and young adult lives.
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