We are back from our stay in Toronto. Mama survived! I must first commend my son for being an AWESOME travel partner. He was wonderful! Oh, yes, he had his challenging moments, but he was up for the adventure. We were busy every single day, on the go, go, go, go! It was all at a really hurried pace. We spent a lot of time travelling on the subway and we did a LOT of walking. Too bad I wasn’t on a diet, cause I think I would have lost a couple of pounds. Boo barely whined at all. I spent a lot of that time catching up with friends and since Boo was with me for all but one day; he had to sit through all the talking with only a couple of toys and my phone. Everyone kept commenting on how well behaved he was.
The hotel we stayed at was located at the North York Civic Centre stop so it was a bit of a haul to get downtown and back with a tired 4 year old. I can’t say I’d stay there again for a couple of reasons, because most of what I did was downtown. Of course, I stayed there because it was close to my sister’s apartment. And Boo had plenty of time to play with his older cousin which was great. And I saw more of her this time than I have in years.
First night there, we arrived late, so we just settled into the hotel and got ready for bed. Next night we met up with my old colleague, Gino(an alias) . He’s the one who actually “gave” me away at my wedding. We became friends about 20 years ago while on working together on a theatre tour. e is one of those rare people who actually live as a theatre artist and stands by his art and his principles. He was planning to go to a dinner for a friend who just received her PhD and invited us along. I also worked with her and her husband in theatre years ago and I haven’t seen her in years.. It was held at a homey Portuguese restaurant on College Street. The idea was to get there early with Boo so we could eat and talk a bit before everyone arrived. I underestimated the amount of time it would take to get there and we arrived 10 minutes before everyone else did. He was the only kid. The late arrival meant the ordering of food and the actual delivery of food would be a long time. Lucky for Boo’s sake, bread baskets were there to keep him happy. And wine for me. It was cool, our end of the table was full of interesting adults who were kind and interacted with my son. It was fun getting to chat with people I didn’t know but who were (I assumed) academic people. Not Ia world I interact with at all by any means. Plates of steak, breaded fish, rice, grilled calamari (oh so wonderful!), it was great. I would have loved to have stayed late and talked some more (cause y’all know how I love to talk) but the hour was getting late and I had to get my kid back to the hotel. Oh, and by the way, my sister had texted me to remind me that that night she wanted to go dancing with her husband and I was going to take care of her kid. Yes, I had agreed to it but of course, I thought evening would have gone differently. Crap. We basically had to eat and run. Cripes, I had been there for less than 24 hours and I was babysitting. We got back to the hotel via transit, she dropped her son off at 10:30 with a blow up bed and left. So apparently no one in Toronto has a reliable sitter either.
My eldest sister and her two grown girls came over for Easter dinner. It was quite cozy, as my sister, hubby and 10 year old son live in a one bedroom plus “den” apartment. We made it work though. It was kind of cool. I find my eldest sister’s family a bit intense shall we say. All 3 her kids (2 girls, 1 boy) are professionals now. Her second daughter, with a degree in engineering will be attending medical school in the fall. My big sister sacrificed her hopes and dreams and became a child care worker. She hates kids. Well, other people’s kids. Yup. She has 2 degrees but she had kids and she needed to get a job and to help support her family. And all 3 of her kids still live at home though the eldest girl bought a condo and will move out next year. They are another blog post really, but let’s just say the women in that family are not to be messed with.