On being homesick
Back from the hiatus. For a bit at least.
Quite remarkable how much I miss Toronto, or Tim Hortons to be precise, when I'm away.
This time it was a week in Washington DC- city of politicians, memorials and men's suit stores. Since it was a work related trip, didn't get much sightseeing done; not that I was inclined anyway.
Beautiful architecture everywhere though, very Roman inspired.
This one building belonging to the Red Cross I thought was particularly pretty on a Saturday morning.
The southern tinge to the dialect was quite cute. The National Art Gallery was impressively international, for US that is. A distinct lack of billboard style advertisement was refreshing and puzzling. Even the McDonald sign was 'plain' enough that you had to be standing in front of it to see the arch!
Missed chance to try some cuppaccino flavoured shisha on the patio was greatly regretted. Must look for a place like that in TO.
Reruns of A&E's 'Pride and Prejudice' on the Biography channel made it feel like almost home :D
Lesson learned: Never rush out for dinner with sandal-shoes on in the middle of the downpour no matter how much your feet hurts from tredging around in high heels all day. Sitting down for dinner in wet socks will not only be uncomfortable but make you sick the next day. This never was a problem for Tagore in his young days but apparently it is for me :P