Looks like the Festival of Road Closures is on this weekend. I pass by 3 venues on my short trip to Bathurst and College: the 1000 Tastes of Toronto, followed by the Much Music Awards, and finally the Tastes of Little Italy. Likely there are other sites scattered throughout the city. I declare my love for George (the restaurant, that is), then consume a bit of Canadiana before my departure: a good dose of poutine. I toy with the 1/2 kg tin of maple syrup that seems to be standard in each Canadian delegate’s kit. No, I do not have any more room in my heavily laden bags.
I get to the airport, confident that with so much time to prepare for my trip that nothing has been forgotten. Of course, that is not the case. I am allowed access into the lounge despite the lack of my forgotten Aeroplan card. The place is unusually busy--beyond capacity. No seats, no plates, coffee machines no longer dispensing. Still I cannot complain. This will help me adjust from my privileged life to that in a developing country.
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