December 31, 2016

Toronto, Canada

Toronto is great. Sade is greater. I suppose this is what happens when you listen to her for three days straight, your conscious and subconscious can't think of anything else besides her lyrics. "How was your holiday?" "Every day is Christmas, and every night is New Year's Eve!" "What are you doing for New Year's?" "Oh, finding the one who rules the way I move." ("The Sweetest Taboo" and "Cherish The Day" if you're curious.) Sadly, those weren't my spoken replies because I censor this type of shit all the time -- WHY?! Something to work on in the new year? I think so. Now that we've established the higher order of my brain currently, I can finally explain what makes Toronto great. It's one of those rare cities where it doesn't feel like everyone is "sick and tired of scratchin' a livin'".


That's not implying all is perfect in Toronto, definitely not. Their antiquated public transit and weird passive aggressive behaviour (e.g. A station attendant who tells you "That's not usually allowed, you know." when you politely ask him to bend the rules... of course I know, else I wouldn't have asked) made me suspicious of their pastel hues and trimmings. But if my cold-blooded fueled brain claims a place to be "great" in winter (and a Canadian one at that) -- much can be implied.

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In all honesty, though, I stopped trusting my synapses after the seasonal lick of powder. Not the kind you arrange in lines (not my thing), nor the kind on mountain slopes (still not my thing), the kind that's dusted over delicate confections to make them look like clouds from heaven because the sugar rush just might lift you there... No wonder our resolutions are also a bit lofty (hey, it's the last one of the year 😁 ).

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Length of Stay

Three days

Docking Index

     

Five anchors, notice how few pictures I have of the largest city in Canada? Yeah, me too. Too cold to walk around let alone freeze my digits trying to snap a cool shot (clearly not cut out for National Geographic). And what's so invigorating about this city when on average you may need to take three modes of public transit to get anywhere? Wish I could tell you. Again, frozen mind stunted spontaneity in conversation with its citizens. So as great as Toronto is (believe me, it is!), I'm afraid I need to return to collect more evidence and experiences besides a few pictures and free tea samples to back my claim.

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