You always see the place you are in with the eyes of the place you just left. And for me I was seeing the place with South American eyes.
I was natural in the city again. Toronto became instantanitly my city, the city that I lived in for many years now. My moving around was very fine yet tourist. I forced myself to stay in a hostel in Kensington Market, and such for 2 reasons; the first one because it is a central place in Toronto, and the second because it is one of the Spanish place in Toronto. I was having a central decompression sass for the few days I was staying in Toronto in my in-between time.
During my short stay in this city I tried to do all the thing I must have to do before leaving, and sadly enough I just manage to do only few of them. I am really sorry to not had the time for all the people that I know in Toronto and I did not see, but know for sure that I keep a big place for all you in my small heart.
I was really sad when I took the taxi back to the airport, but I was happy that I did this trip with my special person. During the trip, K. and I listed all the thing that I must remember and here it is for you a bit but for me as well a lot for not forgetting:
- Susur, best restaurant in town
- Kensington Market wondering
- Bacon Sandwich at St Laurence Market
- Gate 403 Pub in Roncevalles on Sunday nights
- Movie at the Revue in Roncevalles
- Sushi at Il Bun Ji
- Celebrations at Tempo in Little Italy
- Afternoon sunbathing at the Diplomatico’s terrace
- Ferry boat to go to the Toronto Island
- Shrimps with garlic mayonnaise in the patio at my Roncevalles house
- The entire Gerard Street (Indian Bazaar)
- Queen Street saturday shopping
- Black Bull people watching tournament
- ...
For all of these reason, I love Toronto.
Toronto is a beautiful city ... in the summer time.
