Fifty One

Day Fifty One:  Into the Fire

Last night we walked into this pub in Toronto where I immediately ordered a pint of my London beer and chimed my absolute love for the place and she kept turning behind us because there were two attractive men seated further into the bar. We ordered to Big Ben Brownies, and when they arrived (carried by two attractive bus boys) they were actually the biggest things in the world.  I was not embarrassed, Id eserved this massiv brownie from walking through the tundra-ness that was Toronto for the past two days.  It was freezing and windy and just all around gloomy and we walked for like three hours average every day anyway.  What troopers, definitely digging the freedom that is Toronto on an everyday basis.

I think what I like best about Toronto is that it really is its own culture.  You walk downtown and you get the people who don’t even apologise when they run into you on the street.  In non-Canadian terms, you enter the real world.  Then you leave those streets and come onto the people who apologise, who actually smile, who are genuine and are everywhere.  I have too much faith in people I think.

There is this Bruce Springsteen song (lol) actually an entire album called “the Rising” that I really like.  Whenever it pops up on my itunes I let it run through because it really calms me down.  It reminds me of my last trip to NJYC, which brings me to the next point:  NYC.  We are planning a trip, and I am sincerely hoping it all works out.  I can’t wait to keep adventuring for the rest of my life.  I want it to be just full.

I am determined to live a full life.

I also can’t wait until I can write proper blogs again.  Eight days.

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