I have officially been in Canada for a week now.  Oddly, the thing I’ve enjoyed the most has been sleeping.  The average night consists of going to bed around 10, sleeping like a log until about 7 or so, waking up, eating breakfast, and then napping for another three hours.  I must have needed it, too, because I have consistently done that for at least five of the seven days I have been here.

I went to a local climbing gym last night.  It was just so-so; the routes weren’t clearly marked at all, and I found their routes ranked very inconsistently.  Still - it was great to get out and do some climbing, and perhaps shake off some of the body mass built up over several days of eating copiously.

A few of my friends from high school organized a very informal get-together a few nights ago; so informal, in fact, that only four or five of us showed up.  It was still a lot of fun, though, and I enjoyed the rapidfire “what happened to so-and-so” questions that always pepper events like this.  To my amazement, I learned about one schoolmate who is doing hard time for his involvement in Canada’s largest cocaine bust around 2000 or so.  Some high schools have the notoriety of a famous politician or actor; we are bestowed with farmers and druggies. 

I’m still on track for my tourist day in Toronto, where I will do all sorts of silly things requested by my faithful blog audience some posts ago.  Look forward to more ridiculous hijinks to waste your bandwidth and precious time with.