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Teresa: “Want to go to Greece?”
Me: “Sure.” And so we were on a plane. Teresa and I left Vancouver mid-afternoon for our flight to Calgary (1). On arrival (2), we found that our connecting flight to Toronto had been delayed by two hours. This was our introduction to waiting in airport lounges (3), a pastime with which we would become very familiar on our trip. The section of the Calgary airport to which we were confined featured such attractions as stuffed animals dressed as mounties (4), and flying dinosaurs (5). We ended up amusing ourselves with Pop Rocks. It was past midnight when we pulled into Toronto’s deserted airport (6). By the time we pulled into Wendy’s place, it was almost 2AM local time. |
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