Despite living in Toronto for just shy of a decade, it took a friend that I met on the other side of the world to force me to set foot in “the hammer”. What started off as a non-stop food fest for 3 Canadian girls ended up being a day full of chit-chat, memories, and laughter as we reminisced about our lives in NZ all the while hitting the romantic spots in Hamilton. An amazing day that was concluded with an absolutely stunning sunset over the water. The scenery was beautiful but what had me in awe was the realization of all the ways NZ has managed to change my life permanently.
Well to be totally honest – it was brunch and not supper but details…meh! It was my last day in TO and I was running on next to no sleep. And to stay on the honestly track – wasn’t exactly looking forward to a long haul flight, moving, and all the other drama that was awaiting me in Auckland. But there I was at Sneaky Dees for my last meal in Toronto before heading to the airport.
It was supposed to be short and sweet. A quick bite and a little last-minute gabbing before I headed to the airport. Tick tock…tick tock. The minutes turned into hours and before I knew it I had to leave. Maybe it wasn’t the smartest idea to waste another half hour taking last day photos but looking at these photos now – well worth it. The little detail that I’m leaving out is that my luggage wasn’t in the car – it was at my friend’s house and I hadn’t exactly finished packing either. Saying goodbye this time around was even harder than the last and so I was leaving Sneaky Dees a lot later than we had expected and to make matters worse – the traffic we got stuck in wasn’t accounted for either. Showing up at the airport 3 hours before an international flight is only a guideline that meant to be broken, right?
What will remain with me is if I secretly wanted to miss that flight to have just one more day in Canada (the other detail I’m leaving out is how I stepped out of the security area to go see my mom when there was only half hour before my connector to Auckland starting boarding) but what I’m willing to say is that I had an absolutely amazing time. I can’t believe how the days have just flown by and now its back to only me again.
I woke up to the sound of thunder. At first I think its my imagination but then I hear it again and think there
might have been a flash of light in the sky. I can hear the rain pounding against the windows. Yup – its my girl’s wedding day and the weather is just so poetic in ways that you couldn’t understand unless you knew her.
It’s an indoor wedding and so a little bad weather isn’t going to hurt anyone. And as we all know a little rain on your wedding day is good luck! The girls and I spend the rest of the day fluttering around and dealing with make-up, hair, mani/pedis and all that jazz as we get ready for the big day. This is more than just a wedding – this is the event of the year as far as I’m concerned (I mean come on, I’m the reasoning behind table “intervention” after all!).
It was one hell of a night and I feel privileged to have been a part of it. From the heartfelt speeches to getting the groom the score for game 2 (and possibly jumping up and down when the Canucks were victorious) to table intervention yelling out the good old “BOK” …these is what we live for! All I can say is in my head it belongs on a TV commercial. Flight from NZ to Toronto: $2000….Wedding Outfit: $300…Cost of Transportation to the Venue: $3…To be there when the couple that makes you believe love ties the knot: PRICELESS.
We’re cup bound!!! Its Game Day!!! I’m not surrounded by a sea of blue and green with fans going absolutely nuts all around the city…WHAT! So it turns out that even though I’m still in a Canadian city – its just not Vancouver. For some reason I expected the entire country to be a sea of blue and green to support the Canadian team in the Stanley Cup Finals. SHOCKING…I know! But no matter – I’ve found a bar and hanging out with the best of them to see Game 1 of the finals.
We may not be in Rogers Arena but we’ve got beer…we’ve got nachos…we’ve got heart! I’m surrounding by amazing people and even the groom-to-be (it may just be days before the wedding but this was a well deserved break from a little speech writing if I do say so myself!) It’s a nail-biter but the Nucks take Game 1 and everyone starts to hoot and holla – well maybe it was just us and the other table full of Vancouverites but as far as I’m concerned that’s everyone at the bar as we’re the only ones that count!
It’s strange as there’s a part of me that would give up anything to be in Vancouver at this moment but I look around at my posse of misfits and know that this is where I’m meant to be. I’m finally amongst friends (and not the starter kind) and that in itself it as good as win.
Leaving Vancouver when the Canucks were bound for the cup was rather difficult. But then again, after a 5 hour flight, locating Miss Bathtub Diaries herself proved to be just as difficult. Yes, I was still in the secured area of the airport but found a way to sneak a peek at the waiting area and nope – she was nowhere to be seen. Her flight got in from London hours before mine landed so we had arranged to meet at my gate. But the big question was – Where was she? Lost? Got Bored and Left? Delayed?
After struggling with a payphone (yet another reason why I will never ever travel without a working mobile again!), I was finally able to get a hold of her. She insisted she was at my gate. I insisted she wasn’t. Had she changed so much over the last several months that I couldn’t pick her out of the crowd? Or was I going blind? This continued on for some time until we agreed to pick a very specific meeting place. After about 15 minutes, she appeared and to my relief – I wasn’t going blind and could recognize her even though she was all jazzed up in her brand new London Couture.
Even though it took forever, I was finally reunited with Miss Bathtub Diaries and it was like we hadn’t missed a beat. This was the first of many reunions for this leg of the trip and I couldn’t wait to catch up with each and every one of them.