Toronto Awaits

After a big Soya Latte I'm ready to start the day... I am starting to feel exhausted now and I hope that will not affect my judgement of Toronto or my ability to do all the things I want.

The Toronto Film Festival starts tomorrow and there will be a host of Hollywood stars treading the red carpet to the previews of their new films. I am going to go to the box office after writing this blog and dealing with my laundry (yawn).

It was beautiful to drive in on the bus last night into Toronto. I did not imagine it would be as built up as San Francisco...so many skyscrapers but many more places to sit and enjoy the greener parts of the city (it is also warmer than San Francisco!)

Canadians seem to be so different from the Americans I met in San Francisco...they are almost like some of the people in the UK...uptight and serious!

I am meeting some people I was introduced to through my Australian friend, Ken tomorrow. They don't live too far from my hotel....I'm looking forward to a local perspective and some company.

Yesterday I gave up my flight seat number on my ticket...a young girl wanted to sit with her mother-in-law (it was only a 4 hour flight...who cares where you sit?). Only it suddenly made a difference when I discovered the woman next to me would spend the next four hours eating....(she was noisy and had her mouth open almost the whole time). She had this bottomless bag she kept producing food from and had these ridiculous requests she kept giving the poor stewards...the exact number of ice cubes she wanted in the drink...the position she wanted them to put the drink... Clearly someone up above was annoyed with her antics and the steward dropped a teardrop of drink onto her purse and that was it...anyone would think we were all going to die.... The moral of this story is, never change seats with another passenger (unless he is gorgeous).