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.
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.
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.
