Maybe it’s because I’m a writer and perennial eavesdropper, always on the prowl for story lines or interesting characters, but the world and the people who inhabit it are always interesting.
Categories: Modern life, Travel
Maybe it’s because I’m a writer and perennial eavesdropper, always on the prowl for story lines or interesting characters, but the world and the people who inhabit it are always interesting.
As soon as we stepped from the aircraft at Pearson and began that long, long walk to the Customs & Immigration Hall (thank goodness for Nexus cards!), I could feel my flesh start to shrink and crinkle from the horribly arid conditions of a Canadian winter. Unlike many of our fellow passengers, Hub and I chose to wear our March-warm clothing on the leg home, because we know from experience that it’s a real system shock to come from a week of lazy 30 degree days spent lounging on a chair by the pool to the chill green airport halls. We always get a chuckle as the shorts-and-t-shirt crowds sprint to the bathrooms to change. And the pale fluorescent lighting of the arrivals area…
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