So, we are back in Toronto for part 2 of our Canadian adventure. Although it is not in the league of such great sequels as Godfather Part II, Toy Story 2 or the epic Short Circuit 2, we are hopeful that it won’t be a disaster of Dumb and Dumberer: When Harry met Lloyd proportions! (Although it does have some similarities – an example being my response to the Air Hostess asking “Red or white wine?”. My reply? “Yes please.” *shakes a blushing head*)
and it’s only 6 days in!
A quiet New Year’s day prepared us for a very unquiet January 2nd! We were going to Liverpool to watch Sunderland, and staying over at our friends Darren and Dawn”s house in Manchester. Anytime we are with Darren and Dawn, whether it be for a few sociable drinks or a big night out, it is always messy. This trip was no different. Double D seem to have that effect on us, although I am sure they will say it is our fault! 😉
Exciting. Apparently, you can’t come to Toronto without visiting Niagara Falls, so that is exactly what we did this weekend!
An early start on Saturday saw us watching the Sunderland match at 7.45am (the less said about that the better) and then getting wrapped up in our winter woollies, packing our case and heading off on our first Canadian roadtrip 😀
Driving from the airport, winding down from the stresses of the journey from Hell and seeing the skyline of Downtown Toronto through the hazey mist gave me just the buzz I needed!
We were both very excited to see where we would be living for the next 5 weeks; up until this point Phil had been staying in a hotel close to the airport, waiting for me to arrive. But now we were headed to our new Toronto home and couldn’t wait to find it! I was in charge of directions, much to the horror of all of my male readers I am sure! So finding it wasn’t exactly the smooth sailing ride we were both hoping for. Canadian roads are tricky! That’s my story and I am sticking to it.
The day had finally arrived, I was off to join my husband in Toronto. In bed by 9.30 Friday night, alarm set for 4am, excited and unable to sleep without my mind whirring and ticking over such quandaries as ‘Have I forgotten to pack something important?’ ‘Which terminal do I go to at Heathrow?’ etc etc!