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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