... There was a terrible Ja Rule song circa early 2000s that started like that. If you don't know what I'm talking about, don't bother googling.
I've made it to YOW, also known as the start of my trip. All great trips start with this...
In truth, I'm testing the photo function of this blogging app.
I've never seen the security line at the airport that long. Ever. Lucky for me, I'm always pulled aside into the "you look suspicious, I must swipe your hands and feet" area. The upside, of course, is they send you to the front of the line after that. I was especially pleased to not be standing in front of the guy who was talking relentlessly about his family medicine interview at McMaster.
With that in writing, I'm now destined to sit beside him on my flight to Vancouver which is boarding shortly. And I'm sitting at the wrong gate watching three guys try to sell credit cards to tourists. Or locals. Every fifth person stops to chat with them. Who knew?
Next stop.... West Coast.
