Crossing the country by air is no mean feat in the winter, let me tell you! First leg of a three leg flight, delayed by three hours; then a missed connection; next a standby seat (I made it, whew!); an arrival for the third and final leg of my trip, with 15 minutes to spare and taking off in a huge storm, only to circle above my destination for an hour, before being able to land, because of a low ceiling. I almost ended up in Sept-Îles, for crying out loud.
How do you express TOTAL relief and gratitude? By HUGGING the two pilots and the flight attendant in the baggage retrieval area, as they waited for their cab to pick them up at the airport.
I am SO, SO happy to be home. Well, except for the inch of water in my basement laundry room!
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that was TOTALLY life affirming, happened to me this morning. I walked out my door, at 7:30 am, on my way to take Vimy for a walk, before... -
especially in the month of January, on the east coast of Canada. With -35 Celsius temperatures, blizzards, weather bombs, treacherous road... -
That day, I woke up to the news that Canada was seemingly falling apart. I was getting frantic messages to come home, while I still could. ...
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