I re-read "Pollyanna" on the flight from Calgary to Toronto, courtesy of the GVPL's e-book lending program.
(Someone once called me a Pollyanna - not intended as an insult, he said. I thought about it for a while, and decided he was right. Thereby proving it ...?)
So, despite 13 hours of flying from Victoria to Barcelona, I am glad that:
- the Mayor of Calgary flew (economy) with us to Toronto
- all our connections had enough wiggle room in them so that we didn't have to run like hell from one gate to another, even though both the Calgary and Toronto flights arrived late
- there were golf carts waiting and available to transport us from domestic arrivals to international departures - one end of the Toronto airport to the other
- the woman with three screaming kids on the flight from Calgary to Toronto sat in front of us, not behind
- the flight attendant on the flight to Barcelona whispered to us that the wine wasn't complimentary but, for us, it was on him
- Tom was fed before he died of starvation (see "wiggle room" - no time to eat between flights!)
- we're in Barcelona!
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