Estoy Aqui! Estoy Alli! (I’m here! I’m there!)

So as I am sure as you can imagine I have arrived safe and sound in Madrid, after a long journey. The Toronto International Airport was quite nice and modern, it even had free wi-fi. I unfortunately had a six-hour layover. I couldn’t decide weather to rot in the airport awaiting my next flight or if I should take Toronto by storm and explore the city for a few hours. Both sides had their pros and cons. Rotting in the airport would be playing it safe, no risk involved there, just sitting, waiting, wishing…to be anywhere but in the airport. Leaving would mean taking a risk, doing something different and running the possibility of missing my flight. I decided to go for it!

The nice guard at customs gave me some advise on a bus to take into the city right outside the airport doors. Once I was outside I was lucky enough to meet a nice young Air Canada flight attendant, Jen, who help me figure out the best way to take a bus then a train into the city. I really wanted to check out that lake they have there in Toronto, but Jen said it would be a little risky, since the lake was pretty far from the airport, next time.

It was about a 45 minute trip to the center. I walked around a bit, found MTV Tronto, had some lunch, then aimlessly roamed the city to stretch my legs a bit. Nothing really too exciting to report back about Toronto, looked a lot like Vancouver to me. After a couple hours in the center, I decided to play it safe and head back to the airport.

I embarked on my trip excited, with lots of energy but as the hours past, my bright eyed and bushy tailed attitude faded. As I sat in the airport seriously though about taking my own advise of heading to duty free and purchasing a bottle of Kentucky’s finest Maker’s Mark, but then I remembered there would be unlimited wine provided aboard, how lovely. And before I knew we were leaving North America and headed toward Iberia.