Kramer the cat is playing with a bell on a string and I'm typing with the lights off because (almost) everyone else is used to being 5 hours behind the real world. Matt's up as well, but he arrived yesterday so that's ok. I'll let him off.
Today I think we're going downtown. It sounds so funny, but apparently 'Downtown' is so large there are two Chinatowns (constantly at war with each other) Little Korea, Little Italy, and the longest road in the world with lots of 'crazy' shops on it. It doesn't stop in Toronto, though; it goes all the way to Boonieville. Which means a place where 'Boonie's' are, or, to you and me, nobody. You can drive along it for 11 hours, so it's not really something to do for a day. More like two weeks. I won't be.
Bethany's dad, Jesse, sure does tell a good story. I learnt about how he felt ignorant 20 years ago because he didn't realise the town official wanted a bribe, which meant he couldn't put all the windows in he wanted to in the apartment I'm staying in, ice fishing, and various other stories. He's Italian which makes the stories sound like they're from the old movies. Plus the stories themselves sound like they're from the movies as well. If I told them in my good British accent they wouldn't sound like that, though. I'm going to try to some work on that while over here.
Everything this side of the pond is so big. The cars are big, the lanes are wide, the houses just cover all sorts of land, the cooker is bigger than anything I've ever seen (about the same size as an industrial one in Britain...for 2 people?!), and then, obviously, Canadian character. They're quite a lot bigger.
Mark does seem very pleased to have a few of his favourite people with him in the week leading up to his wedding. Very pleased, indeed.
That's enough for this morning. It's all a bit disjointed but that was yesterday in a nutshell.
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