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The first time I visited Toronto, Ontario, it rained nearly the entire time. It was March: a cold wind blew in off of the lake. The land was flat and the sky was so gray, and as a result, I misjudged the city. When I arrived for the second time, it was a clear day and the sky over the lake was vibrant and expansive. The people here always seem very friendly. I set out to walk around the city and headed toward the old town, looping down by the water on my way back into the entertainment district.
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We ate at Patria and were not disappointed. There was something so cozy about Toronto in the winter. It felt like everyone there was synced up - the Toronto locals are on the whole superficially friendlier than New York locals appear to be.
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Maybe it is March I want to avoid, and not Toronto. I went for a meditation/qi gong retreat and found the entire weekend greatly healing. On top of the retreat, I finally felt space that I needed. I went swimming, I stayed in on Saturday night and freshly baked chocolate chip cookies and watched Arrival. I felt nourished and regenerated.