Only time I’ve been to a foreign country in my life was for my honeymoon three years ago. St. Lucia. Now I’m sitting in the Charlotte airport on my way to Toronto. (The CLT bathroom attendants continue to make things awkward as ever.)
Here are a few stupid thoughts that actually went through my brain—briefly, but STILL—about venturing north of America’s borders:
- Which side of the road do I drive on? Actually had a stress dream about this. I was driving on the left side—because apparently in my dreams I equate Canada with Europe—and cars kept coming at me. Also, because I’m an idiot, I got mad at the people coming toward me rather than realizing I was wrong. I won't comment on whether that should be a metaphor for my life.
- How do I pay for stuff? As if credit cards don't work most everywhere.
- I don’t know French. I actually wondered, "Do American baseball players have to get a translator to play in Canada?" Never mind that the guys I'm coming up here to interview—hockey dudes—are Toronto natives and speak perfect English. So, yeah ...
I also had to wake up before dawn and leave my beautiful wife alone in bed, two things that never feel awesome. The upside: Got to see the best sunrise lil’ ol’ Greenville, NC has to offer, pictured above. That shot doesn’t really do it justice, but pair it with some Explosions in the Sky and you’ve got yourself a great Monday morning.
Anything you know about Toronto that I should know? Because I'm pretty clueless, other than the Blue Jays and these guys I'm writing about—two completely unrelated things—are there. Good places to eat? Sights to see? Proper ways to use "eh"?
Have a great week, everyone.