Pearson airport. I’m in a little bit of a food coma at the moment. We had a great lunch at the Mill Street place here and I had a delicious raspberry beer.
It was so good we forgot to go pick up our bags at the connections terminal. So the poor baggage service people had to gaze on our ugly bags for two hours. The security guard took exception to my crochet hooks and the customs agent accused us of not bringing any presents for the bride and groom but we prevailed.
Should arrive in Portland around eight tonight, which will be just past midnight Newfoundland time. YAWN!