Toronto

Toronto and I go way back to the days of high school band, the clarinet, and crushes on impractical boys with bowl haircuts. I had my first foray with the big city life at the age of sixteen on an elusive symphonic winds trip and fell in love. with it all: the travelling and transport, the people, the bustle and movement. You could say I caught the travel bug in Toronto.

So heading back there on the four hour car ride for New Year's Eve festivities was quite welcome. Nasim, Sahar and I trekked to visit their family before heading into the city, where, to our surprise, everything had closed early. and it was raining. regardless, a trip to pizza pizza (the canadian little caesar's), and then subsequent pub hops made the evening lovely. We ended up in a basement bar cum microbrewery with fifteen different flavours on tap, then headed to several other fine establishments along Yonge Street before heading to watch the baby ball drop in Nathan Phillips Square. it was raining, we'd been drinking, it was great.

and on the way back to our hostel, i ran into miss erin suvada. small world aint it?

The rest was pretty uneventful, and unfortunately we couldn't stay to take in the rest of the city's splendor. My flight back to London via New York was leaving the next day so we made our way back to detroit rock city. From the car, leaving on some Queensway expressway or another--perhaps the 401, I took photos of the city itself. well, photos of the CN Tower to be exact.

but no trip to canada is complete without coffee and donuts at Tim Horton's and cranky yet yielding American Customs officials at the Sarnia-Port Huron border. good trip, good trip.