Toronto

I'm still in a daze from the weekend. Last week I took advantage of a good Air Canada deal and made a weekend trip to Toronto to visit some old friends. I arrived Thursday afternoon and spent the weekend eating, playing poker, shopping, watching sports, drinking beer, and losing my voice at the Madison Avenue Pub. A number of people (including the customs agent in Toronto) were surprised that anybody would make a four-day visit to Canada from Europe. In my opinion it's completely justified: Canada is my home. I hadn't been there since October and hadn't seen these friends for almost two years. I wouldn't think twice about doing it again.