Toronto Pearson

So, I am in Pearson Airport at gate 174 waiting for my plane, which leaves in about 3 hours. I came very early to check in, because I hate it when unforseen problems create last minute chaos, so I was here 5 hours before check in, and of course everything went smoothly. My passport, the ticket I had bought by myself online, the visa - all passed muster, as they say, and here I am sitting in the departure lounge with my Starbucks coffee and my laptop.

When I woke up early this morning, my heart was beating rapidly and I had a lump in my throat. I was feeling a combination of excitement and fear, and the certain feeling that I would forget the laundry that I had put in the dryer earlier this morning, or my wallet or passport, at David and Karon's...but no, I think my neurotic comprehensive and deliberate planning and organization have paid off. Everything is where it should be, and it all fits, although in London I had to dump the obscenely awkward red suitcase large enough to store human cargo and replace it with two smaller brown bags.

The posts that follow beneath this one are short, and include a couple of photographs from the 3 days I spent in Toronto.

My heart is no longer beating like a hummingbird's, and I have a gallon of water packed in my carryon bag, ready for the upcoming travel marathon.