Toronto

Scene from our Embassy Hilton room--






Hard to believe this is a color photo but it does give a good idea of how really bleak the weather was while we were there.

Note: Never do this again. Paul and I drove on Friday to Toronto. Instead of the 8 1/2 hour trip promised by Google Maps, we spent 13 1/2 hours battling icy roads, snow, and, bad as the previous two obstacles combined, Toronto traffic. The funeral of Paul's Aunt Anne was on Saturday. Paul & I met cousin Ken and friend (Ann) for breakfast at our hotel, the Embassy Hilton in Markham. The funeral was held in an Anglican church a couple of towns distant. Reverend Paul read the Gospel -- and read it very well. Afterwards, petite sandwiches in the parish hall with lots of people while the family went to the cemetery. A first cousin of Paul's, Marguerite, talked Paul's ear off while Denise and Mark (friends of Ken's who had visited us with Ken a few months ago) talked my ear off. Afterwards, we went to cousin Christine's for some welcome rye-on-the-rocks, a light dinner, much chatter, and many photos with the family of three sisters and two bothers...minus Ken, who had another engagement.

Drove back on Sunday. This time, about 12 1/2 hours. Complicated by the same obstacles as the trip up, plus, halfway back, Paul suddenly manifested a little stomach flu. Needless to say, we toured the restrooms in every rest stop from Pittsburgh to Frederick.