I'm back home folks!
Yesterday I landed at Philly International Airport. Bill picked me up. Not right away though. He was at the Departure section of the airport and I was at the Arrival section of the airport. Nightmare time.
Yep, a lot of hollering and screaming on our mutual iPhones. He's telling me to stand under the JetBlue sign, which I did. But he couldn't see me, of course because he was an another section the airport. I finally figured out where he was but I didn't know how to get there.
|An unhappy Ron waiting under the JetBlue sign at the Arrivals gate - Bill was at the Departure gate|
He asked an airport employee to retrieve my frustrated self and show me The Way.
I made it just in time before a policeman shooed him away.
Of course Bill was frustrated because he had traveled the 100 some miles from southern Delaware to Philly International in Labor Day traffic (my fault). I'll never come home on a holiday again.
And I was extra frustrated because I had just spent an hour on the plane listening to a crying, whining baby. I don't consider any of my flights complete unless accompanied by at the whine of a baby who doesn't want to be on a plane. I knew this was going to happen when I saw Mom and Dad and Grand Mom escorting their Little Darling (with a big yellow ribbon in her hair) to the checkin desk. I thought "Here we go . . . again." Not to dwell too much on this subject folks, but almost every day of my stay in Canada, I was subjected to the cries, whines, wails and screams of little babies and young girls. You think I'm kidding? More videos will follow. One exception was the last restaurant where I ate, a Vietnamese restaurant called inexplicable "King's Cafe", where there were NO CHILDREN. However, my dining experience was interrupted by a homeless woman who approached me from behind, layed out what few meager coins she had and begged me in a soft, piteous voice "Please sir, I only need 67 cents to buy a spring roll." Pat tried to chase her away but I was weak and gave her several dollars. She gave me a big, wet kiss on the cheek. After witnessing that Pat briefly considered finding a hotel room for my last night in Toronto.
I know I risk boring my blog readers with my constant complaints of babies crying in restaurants (and planes) and screaming little girls. Those videos will follow in a future blog post, they deserve their own blog post.
I was so tired yesterday when I finally arrived home that I didn't even have the energy to unpack. But I was glad to be home. As much as I enjoyed my vacation in Canada, and my always gracious and generous host (Pat), I was glad to be home. Maybe the best part about going way, getting home.
I slept so well last night that when I woke up this morning, I found that I hadn't moved. Usually I toss around in my bed but last night, didn't move.
I have a lot of photos and videos to share of my stay in Canada. I never did post most of my videos and photos from last year from Canada or L.A. but I plan to post the photos I took this year.
Next up is our trip to Los Angeles in January.
As good as a time I had in Canada, it was somewhat saddened by the death of a fellow blogger, Jay Murphy ("Jay in VA"). Just another reminder of how fragile life is and how important it is for each and everyone one us, who has the opportunity to make every moment count. We never know when an accident, health crises or someone who hates us will take us out. So live today folks, for tomorrow never comes.
|Me and Pat at King's Cafe in Toronto, Canada|