And then we were there...Wherever there is...
May 31st 2002 The wind tugs my hair out from under my hat and whips it with a snap across my face. The wind is arctic, condensing my breath into tiny ice crystals which cling to my eyelashes like icicles hanging off the eaves of a cottage, also inconveniently making my nose do an instant Rudolf impression, lighting up like a light bulb.
Welcome to Canada
After going through the usual palaver of the airport
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