Day 47

I'M IN WINNIPEG!!!!!! What a trip!

I woke up this morning at 4:45 England time, got ready and Uncle Clifford was there to collect me at 5:45. Nodded off a couple of times on the way to the airport, but not too much. Once I checked in (3 and a half hours early), and found out there was an hour delay on my flight, Uncle Clifford and I headed upstairs for breakfast. We found a Starbucks and sat down for a drink and a muffin. We had a nice conversation, and then I went through security so that Uncle Clifford could leave. I had a few hours to wait on the other side so I looked around a few shops, and then I sat and people watched until my gate showed up on the screen.

When that happened, nothing much changed, except for where I was sitting. I went to the gate, and I proceeded to people watch there. Let's start at the feet...Green half sandle\half shoe, piglet socks...green pants so short that I could see her piglet socks...a navy and white hooped top, a black jacket, a mullet...and a billabong bag that matched the man's she was sitting with. - One of these things is not like the other - What are you doing carrying a Billabong backpack??? Anyway, to each their own. More people watching...so many good looking guys. There was the one Clark Kent type one who asked me to watch his bag. I clearly was not thinking when he asked me...because I said yes. Thank God he wasn't some creepy terrorist or something. I was smart enough to make sure he wasn't going too far without his bags, but realized instantly that I still shouldn't have said yes. Anyway, his look was very different. I thought he must have been French or Spanish or something. Turns out he's Canadian...that makes his style a little odd hahaha. He was still good looking in an odd way, but then he opened his mouth and started talking to the guy beside him about how he played for Canada's National Soccer Team, and then started running his mouth and it just wasn't attractive anymore. Then there was the guy across the way. OH MY GOODNESS! He was ABSOLUTELY gorgeous!!! I actually had to stop myself from staring. - A few times! - When I boarded the plane, it turned out he was sitting in front of me but off to the side enough that I had a good view for the full 7 hours. When I managed to peel my eyes away from him I watched "The Proposal", then "My Sister's Keeper" (Don't EVER watch that movie on a plane! Especially if it's your first time seeing it. I almost bawled my eyes out at least 4 times. The guy beside me must have thought I was nuts. After that movie it was "Imagine That". Throughout the duration of the 3 movies, I cannot believe ghow many inconsiderate people I saw. If you walk up to wait in line for the bathroom...and you're staring at a TV screen that's not 2cm away from your face...don't you think a row of people are in the middle of watching what's on that screen? Very few people caught on, though the ones that did were nice enough to move out of the way, I just couldn't believe some people. I had to laugh, and so did the guy beside me. A meal and a few waters, etc and I was in Toronto.

Went through customs no pronlem, made it to my luggage, then I took a train to terminal 1, checked in and dropped my baggage off. Went through security again and walked up to get....A PUMPKIN SPICE LATTE!!! I was so happy that I misplaced my passport folder with both passports in it!! Good thing I realized soon enough that it didn't get too far. That's all I needed. 11 hours and I hadn't misplaced it once. My first hour in Toronto and I can't find it. Tool! Went to sit at my gate and waited for the plane to board for Winnipeg.

While I waited there was a lady getting on my nerves. She clearly worked for the airline but was off today and was on Standby. Well, she knew every employee and made sure every passenger knew it. (My God! I thought). Then I get on the plane, and guess who I'm sitting next to...Chatty Cathy! And as if that wasn't enough, the guy that got on and sat next to her was just as bad! I think that he was a first time flyer, so he was asking miss know it all a bunch of questions. I was trying to read, but couldn't help over hearind their conversation. He had asked what the weirdest thing she had to deal with on a flight was, and she starts talking about a guy who had passed away on a flight. (Yeah, cuz that's what I want to hear about). MUPPET! Then she continued on about turbulance and whatever else she could think of. I watched a couple of episodes of The Office to drown them out, and once they turned on their TV's, I read more of my book while listening to music.

When we landed, I couldn't get off that plane fast enough. I practically ran from the plane to where the luggage comes out, as I knew that's where my mom would be waiting. The people in front of me were not moving quickly at all. I dodged them and gave my mom a huge hug. It was so nice to see her. I told her about how it was our pilot's last flight. After 35 years, he was retiring. As ceremonial tradition, when we touched down there were a number of fire trucks waiting on the tarmack, and they sprayed the plane as we drove by. Then, we got off the plane and pilots lined both walls with huge smiles on their faces. I guess to wish the pilot luck in his future endeavours.

Once my luggage came and we spoke to an old colleague of my dad's, mom and I were off. We searched for an open Starbucks but couldn't find one, and we went to Tara's to help my Tara make cookies for tomorrow's social. We came back to my Tara's, I showed her and mom things I bought as Christmas presents for the others, met Sean (Tara's BF), and showed them the parts of "Damage" that I'm in. It is now 12:33 Winnipeg time, which is 4:33 England time and that means by the time I get into bed, I will have been up more than 24 hours. On that note, I'm gonna go cuz I am exhausted! Good Night xx