How the time does fly.

I fly sometimes too. This last time to Toronto, then Montreal. I sure have been flying to Canada a lot lately.

This flight started out a little badly, what with a guy on the plane falling over and hitting his head and bleeding all over and the PA system asking if there was a doctor on board, which is the kind of thing that usually just happens in the movies. And not good realistic movies, but stupid ones.

And then there were a few mishaps, like the people at the Ritz being a little discombobulated and the room a little on the stinky side. But there was plenty nice as well, like strolling around Westmount, which has beautiful houses, and the waterfront and stuff. And we got some espresso in an Italian cafe where they only spoke Italian. We had some lovely cheese, my honey and me, sitting on the roof of some hotel, watching the sun go down, with grapes.

Then it was off to PEI, where my family was, including my neices and nephews and I had to teach the boys a thing or two about boatsmanship, and outboardmotorsmanship and such.

Then it was back to San Francisco, where, about a week later, where we went to eat Indian food at a place called Chaat with the whole west coast family.