Yesterday I wrote that I’d be continuing the artist profiles today — I didn’t allow for the jet lag! I’m a little too foggy to entrust myself with a post about someone else, so until my brain catches up with the rest of me, I’ll try something a bit lighter.
The plane was an hour late in leaving Toronto last night; it was circling in a queue, somewhere in the clouds above us, due to the heavy rain and lightning storms. When we were finally up in the air, I was reflecting that an hour was really nothing, in a trip of that distance. A century ago, it would have taken days on a train; two centuries ago it would have taken months, if you made it at all. So an hour? No big deal. On the other hand, one thing all those people on wagon trains and steam trains didn’t have to deal with was jet lag! I think the concept would have amazed them.
As I stepped out of the airport in Victoria, it was only 10:30-ish local time, but my body said it was 1:30 a.m. I took a deep breath, and despite my travel-weariness, felt a rush like a momentary return of youth — the air was heady with the scent of flowers, and rather warmer than usual for that time of night. I felt as if I had stepped off into a tropical paradise!
I did promise some photos from my last day in Toronto, so here they are! I was staying in Toronto at the All Days Hostel, a comfy, homey place right downtown for a fraction of the cost of the big hotels, and right by the subway. After I checked out, I stowed my luggage in their secure storage closet (a great service if your plane isn’t leaving until evening!) and headed out on the subway to meet my friend Joan (see Wednesday’s post) for a little more touristing. Joan used to live in Toronto, and it’s always great to have a “native guide” to show you around!
I didn’t have a lot of time, nor a lot of leg power (LOTS more walking in the past week than I usually do), so we decided on a quick tour of Kensington Market, a district of town that took me straight back to the seventies, when I was a young hippie artist working the market and street fairs in Seattle. I could attempt to flog my jet-lagged grey matter to come up with a description, but I think I’ll just let the pictures testify to my last infusion of big-city creative inspiration!
Now I’m home, and glad to be here. I hope to go back to Toronto next year for TCAF (maybe even be one of the lucky people with a table of my own!). I think I’ll get started getting in training for all the hiking now, though!
Thanks so much for letting us participate in your journey and your experiences! Your photos are great, and thanks also for all the links! By the way, yesterday I met a couple from Victoria B.C. on the subway in Berlin – and automatically was reminded of you and your blog posts!
Thank you for reading along! I’m glad you enjoyed it — this is a new turn for my blog, and I wasn’t sure if anyone would be interested.
It’s a small world — it’s wonderful to be able to travel so easily, compared to our ancestors!
I would have loved to see this street art! Thanks for sharing!
You’re welcome! Maybe someday you’ll make it to Toronto, and can see it for yourself. I would have liked to have taken more pictures, but there wasn’t time. Next time I’m going armed with a proper camera, too.