I'm at wolfling
's for anybody who needed closure on the "Did Amy's flight out of Milwaukee ever arrive" saga. Also for maeyan
, whom I couldn't call from my cellphone the approximately 5 billion times I tried once I hit the airport/highway, because my phone gets no signal up here, apparently. Or rather, it gets patched through to a local cellular provider, whose recording gives you a number to call for more information. And when you call that number? The same recording plays. I shit you not. *is amused*
OTOH, aside from weather delays on the second leg of my trip (delayed taking off in Milwaukee because of bad weather in Toronto, so I never actually saw
the bad weather in question, aside from a lingering windy descent coming into Toronto), my flights were great. tiny planes, but on the first flight they gave us muffins, and on the second, warm chocolate chip cookies!
The signs are all bilingual. I knew this, but seeing it is a different experience -- makes me realize how much basic French I already know or can reason out based on my pitiful one semester each of Spanish and Italian.
parlez vous Tim Hortons?