Yes. I flew into Toronto first.
And then my sister and I drove down the St. Lawrence, through this eastern mild-winter, from our country into our mixed-feelings neighbour. And we saw everything and we sang the whole time.
A photo essay, of sorts:
Goodbye Toronto, hello 401. Erin drives our rented cube-of-a-car:
Two different flavours of blue-fuel-non-water:
In rural Ontario, the fine print is key:
Bridge to America:
And suddenly, everything looks more Libertarian:
And we do tourist things:
Both of us do:
And visit a graveyard for frozen flavours:
And then it was time to part ways:
1 comment:
man we had ourselves a time!
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