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Cassiopeia
Enomored by the written word, a friend last sent this quote:
"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the places and moments that take our breath away." Anonymous
I have to agree with this sentiment - hence the long journey I took - In search of things to take my breath away.
Sitting in front of my laptop I'm lulled almost into sleep. Nothing nowadays compares with the past two years of travel.
Injecting novels, dvds and other means of entertainment and enlightenment into my current daily life, my life under microscope is dithering in insipid.
Yearning for more - I seek time with family and friends, refuge at the cottage and slumber sets me straight - it allows me to dream without any hollow emptiness of failure or books on shelves too high up to reach.
Never one to live vicariously through the boob tube or others, I miss the surprise and newness that Europe brings. Meeting new friends, visiting a new country every weekend, the history, the culture, the lack of culture and the energy.
A possible reason for my recent boredom, today's Star reports that Toronto is not listed under the top ten cities in North America to visit. Born and raised here I call TO home, however after travels abroad, especially of recent, I can see why Toronto would not be the most coveted place to visit. Where are the monuments that scream look at me? Where is the food that is so different and unique that one can only have it here, the suggested places and things one must see and do before a tourist leaves?
The transit is shoddy and not user friendly - not for a foreigner in my opinion, the waterfront needs picking up as does the rest of the development in the city - where are all the architectural treasures we can use to boast our city with?
Toronto is a great place to live in - but how about to visit?
Annoying myself with the sounds of whining I must depart, the travelbug inside me has left a void which needs filling.
Adieu
posted by fifi at 1:13 p.m.
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