As i was sitting in a nameless shawarma joint run by a Chinese lady and an Irishman in a strip mall in Waterloo tonight, I had this really strong sense of how much I like my life, how much I still love exploring, how middle aged i don’t feel, and how glad I am that I very much prefer to travel alone, since no sane person would really want to put up with my version of travel anyway.
Breakfast at a diner in Burlington, followed by a quick tour of Hamilton (both on and off the mountain), lunch in Dundas, and a brief return to the hotel. Afterward, I ventured northward to Guelph, Kitchener, and Waterloo. The latter two towns, I think, merit further exploration. I probably should have stayed up there (my original plan) rather than in Burlington/Hamilton. Next time I’ll follow my instincts.
Random thoughts:
- Why is Canadian Fresca (which I love) so different from American Fresca (which I hate)?
- I was pretty excited to find gas for $1.17/litre today. Things are relative.
- There is a shockingly good selection of used books at the Value Village thrift store on Dundas Street near Highway 6. I was very surprised.
- I usually get used to saying “washroom” rather than “restroom” just in time for my return to the US.
- it snowed today for about five minutes. There may be more.
- in addition to all the shiny new Targets that used to be Zeller’s, there are now Big Lots and Dollar Tree stores in Canada, the latter having upped its maximum price to $1.25 north of the border.
- Mmmm. Érable…
Toronto tomorrow. I’m looking forward to ditching the car for a couple of days.
