Canada Eh? Part 2

Having landed barely safe and sound in BIM I am not only glad but grateful to be home. When little children are flying around the cabin at 5 billion feet above sea and the pilot is screaming over the intercom "EVERYBODY SIT DOWN AND BUCKLE UP NOW!!!!" you really do give thanks and praise for rock. I am not dead yet.

My trip included spending lots of money and going lots of places to ride lots of rides and eat lots of crap. I think the highlight for me was the Jays game (Go Jays Go!) because it reaked of solid, nerdy and obnoxious Canadian patriotism. It was for me the single time where I felt Toronto under my skin and it didn't hurt that the seats were excellent and free. (Thanks Jen.)
Barbados is completely the obverse. All you ever do is feel it steeping into your blood stream.

It didn't take 2 minutes before the Bajanism flooded my senses. 2 drops of rain had buses rolling to the staircase to load up arriving passengers so that they could be transported a distance of 3 feet dry and sound. I'm home.

I get into a beat up suzuki van with the bass on Dr. Evil moving the wheels forward, IZ seatbeltless and standing as we scoot around bends blowing horn hailing friends and watching every goings on of every little thing. I'm home.

I get home sit down, eat flying fish and try to watch days of our lives 1990 where Dr. Neil Curtis is druged and set up in porn pictures with his daughter as a tuk band blares in the distance at some house party I wasn't invited to. I'm home.

I go to sleep with the breeze and the bugs blowing through the window landing on my face biting at my legs. Ahh Home.