passed miles & miles of vineyards, & not much else, from Pennsylvania through Ontario.
bought liquor & champagne at the duty free shop.
got yelled at by Canadian Customs for being on my cell phone.
received a complimentary upgrade to the Sheraton Centre Toronto Club Level after telling the concierge our pathetic honeymoon story.
had serious doubts that our Indian cab driver’s name was “Morris Applebaum”, as it read on his license.
ate what are certainly the World’s Best Hot Dogs from various carts around the city.
celebrated our 1st Canada Day with several thousand enthusiastic Blue Jays fans at the Sky Dome.
refused to go up 1,465 feet in CN Tower, not because I have a fear of heights but because I have a fear of elevators on bungy cords. Seriously, the elevator should not bounce.
admired Chris' photos from 1,465 feet up because he is not a great big baby with no faith in Canadian engineering.
was able to give someone directions - in French! And I probably only got them a little bit lost.
touched the Stanley Cup & made a wish for it to come back to Pittsburgh. soaked up the beachy goodness at Kew Beach.
bought a copper feather from an American Indian at Woodbine Beach.
had astonishingly bad service & what can only be described as "chicken briquets" at Scratch Danial off the boardwalk.
on the streetcar, wondered why someone didn't explain to the 20-something tartlet behind us that one ought not wear a regular bra with a backless shirt.
watched Asian tourists take photos of themselves in Chinatown. saw a whole roasted goose hanging from its neck in a Chinatown window, next to a whole squid, a roasted pig's head & some unrecognizable squiggly things.
drove around Parliament (Big Ben! Parliament!), trying to find a way in.
saw a man playing the bagpipes outside Prada.
went to Tiffany, where I exercised the utmost in self control & didn't max out my credit cards. visited Casa Loma, a turn of the century castle just outside downtown Toronto.
spilled condiments on virtually every garment I brought with me (see: The World's Best Hot Dogs, above.).
shared the hotel with way too many Tolkien fans wearing chain mail, Renaissance dress & hobbit costumes due to the Gathering of the Fellowship Convention.
forgot that it would be quite breezy on the lake & shivered through dinner on the patio at Il Fornello.
bought Cuban cigars.
wondered what the big deal is with Tim Horton's.
ate my weight in pineapple, brie, croissants & the Best Turkey Ever for breakfast every day at the Club Lounge on 43rd.
collected a dozen ginormous beach rocks for no discernible purpose.
found out I am completely unable to skip rocks across water.
searched for Altoids, which apparently are not sold in Canada.
walked and walked and walked, & lost not an ounce of weight (see: brie & croissants, above).
discovered “ice wine” & had a wine tasting at Magnotta Winery.
drank pink (!) water from the McDonald’s in Beamsville, Ontario with no apparent ill-effects afterwards.
ooohed & aaahed with all of the other tourists at Niagara Falls.
spent a ridiculous amount of time at US Customs with a woman who thought she was Dirty Harry.
discovered that there isn't anywhere to eat between Buffalo, New York & Erie, Pennsylvania, no matter how hungry you are.
received a call that a tornado had been spotted on Rt. 80 in Ohio - while we were heading down Rt. 80. realized that far from missing us while we were gone, our cats did not seem to realize or care that we'd been away.