going home for Christmas

Hey everyone! Happy New Year and a belated Merry Christmas. I am sitting on my sister-in-law's couch in the tiny village of Magnetewan, which is four hours north of Toronto. It is 10:33 currently. Unlike Nova Scotia, there is snow everywhere. Tons of it. And I can wait to go out in it today. Ice skating is on the agenda, along with the thrill of getting pulled behind a snowmobile on a sled. It's gonna be saaweet!

We're going to be up here for two weeks and it will be a very nice break from our busy lives of the past five months.

We flew on Porter Airlines yesterday to Toronto. The plane had propellers instead of jet propulsion. Very retro! They served beer on the plane and let me tell you; a beer at 30 000 feet makes the anxiety melt away! Anyways, after we landed, Ruth and I had to take a shuttle to the Royal York Hotel and from there, we headed to the Subway. A guy we met in the Subway was asking for directions to Missaussaga from Ruth and I. He was from Peru and didn't speak much English. He asked Ruth if I was a Latino. That was a first!

So we got on the Subway and headed to the Yorkdale Mall where Ruth's brother Matt met us at the GAP. Oh, going through the mall on Boxing Day in Toronto was what I imagine to a small glimpse of Hell to be. It was literally a zoo in there only without the cages. It was packed person to person and we had to drag our luggage through the massive crowds. Luckily we found Matt and got the heck out of there!

And now we are here. Last night was fun. Caught up with the family, made plans for today and just relaxed.

So yeah, that's it!

Bye!