|Pat, my genial host awaits me on a sunny Toronto Avenue|
Good news folks! My travel plans for Canada are finalized.
Much to my delight I discovered I already had emergency medical insurance both through my Medicare and AARP supplemental insurance. No worries there folks!
Now, the next worry was how to get to the Philadelphia International Airport from the distant wilderness of Sussex County, Delaware. Problem solved! My co-worker Monica will pick me up and deliver me to Philly International for my 7:29 AM flight to Buffalo, New York on Friday morning August 15th. Pat will meet me in Buffalo. We plan to check out Buffalo then mosey on over to Niagara Falls for an overnight stay. After we've had our fill of Niagara we'll travel over the border to Canada to Pat's minimalist abode in Toronto. For the next two weeks we'll test if Pat can put up with me 24/7.
|Gonna fly that big bird in the sky to Canada next month!|
Pat the Tour Director. I told him to do his regular routine like his three times a week visit to yoga classes, visiting friends, and his weekly church visit. I assured him I am quite capable of entertaining myself. Am I ever.
So folks, this looks like a go for my first real vacation in about……um…..twenty years?
Now to decide what to take with me. You know, what to wear. Uh huh. You know what folks, I think I'm just going to take a week's worth of underwear, some polo type shirts, and a pair of long pants and a light nylon jacket for any chilly Toronto nights should they occur. I'll travel in my cargo shorts of course.
Next up, what cameras? Do I take my big assed SLR or just my iPhone? Probably will be sufficient to take my iPhone.
Toiletries? What will get through the Security Theater at the airport? Certainly not my razor or finger nail clippers. I do need to take my special tar based shampoo but will they consider that container that the shampoo is in a potential bomb threat? How about my container of fiber blend that I take twice a day before meals? Probably can't take that either. Folks, I'm dreading the whole Homeland Security TSA kabuki dance torture that is awaiting me at the airport but I'll get through it. Even the whole body scanner. I ain't got nothing to hide, that's for sure. After all those medical procedures I had last year, I have no embarrassment left at displaying my wares. I have no secrets left. No one does in this day and age. It is what it is.