Heading West

4am and I'm up, washing my face. My God. I have to be at school in two days.

We wait outside the Holiday Inn ... sort of. The shuttle stop isn't clearly marked on the map, so we're waiting at an intersection in hopes of flagging the shuttle down. Taxis are honking at us. Men are shouting things like,"$45 flat rate to the airport! $45!" No thanks. We already paid for our transportation. Even though it's late.

15 minutes late, to be exact. Oh well, the service was uber friendly. We slowly made our way to the airport and hung out at the gate. I managed to spill the berry salad ALL OVER my purse, getting pecans in the most inappropriate places. Berry stains on my white hoodie. But the salad was so delicious. But it was too early. I couldn't eat it all. Sable ate my berries. I chucked the rest. I drank my cranberry juice and drugged myself up for the trip. Mmmm ... Gravol.

We boarded the plane at last and I slept through most of it. Except for a brief time where I woke up and my tv was showing Ellen. She was talking about going to Universal Studios. I fell asleep again immediately. I didn't wake up until we landed in Edmonton, about 9:20am. Yay! I was home!

Home is a beautiful thing. I just don't know it because I don't travel often enough. But it is. And slushy Edmonton was beautiful on Saturday morning. I couldn't wait to see my peeps!!

When it was all done, I was glad that I had gone. I wish that we had had more time for things like museums and other touristy attractions, but I felt like I got a good feel for Toronto, at least. I'll go back to Montreal. Not just for the stopping, but maybe to stay for a while. It's cool. Plus I want to brush up on my French.

Edmonton is nice for now. Homeward bound.