Bonus Time

Setting out from Lethbridge three months ago, we vowed to give Toronto and the dreaded Highway 401 a wide berth. Note to self. Resolutions are made to be broken.

When Julilla said she would be arriving at Lester B Pearson airport in August to renew friendships, forged during her undergrad degree in Hamilton, we were delighted — not for the airport’s vicinity to the urban snarl they call Toronto but rather the opportunity for seeing our lovely daughter.

So this afternoon we travelled from Peterborough to Toronto, first via a toll road, and then onto the dreaded 401, six lanes of seething madness during rush-hour. We abandoned Finnegan at a local Vietnamese restaurant near the terminal and hired an Uber to take us the last leg — perhaps the best money we have spent on this entire trip.

It was a joy to see Julilla after many months of only hearing her voice on the telephone. Virtual hugs just aren’t enough. So, thanks to Julilla for giving us bonus time on this extended road trip and will see you at Thanksgiving.Læs mere