I have finally become familiar with the city of Toronto. I shocked myself the other day when I (yes, I!) was giving someone directions. I even knew exactly which subway stop I needed to get off to go to the Art Gallery of Ontario (St. Patrick, in case anyone was wondering.)
The current exhibition at the AGO is about King Tut. I was wary at first, having heard negative comments about the one in Houston; but this one seemed like the real deal. And it was worth my while. There were some treasures I never expected to see.
There were about six million pre-teen school kids waiting in line. Good? No. Smelly? Definitely. Anyway, I bought my ticket (it would probably have been cheaper to fly to Egypt!) and patiently stood in line.
Behind me was a woman holding something in her hand that caught my eye. It looked familiar but I couldn’t tell what it was. I looked again and saw it was a bag from a well-known bookstore from Argentina. I turned round and said in Spanish “That bag is the last thing I thought I’d see here” She did a double take. “Are you from Argentina?” “Yes” so we got talking. I think we chatted all the way round the exhibition. We even had lunch together at the museum’s Cafe. It was a pleasant experience.
By the way, you know you’ve been in a hotel for too long when the staff remembers you from previous stays!