To Cape Breton

Flights are always interesting. Sometimes they are smooth. You are traveling alone, have a seat by the window and there is no one in the middle seat...a quiet restful flight...especially for an introvert.

Then you have flights where an unaccompanied minor is put into the seat beside you...a charming young girl at first...but by the end of the 3 1/2 hour flight you have some idea why she is going to spend 3 weeks in Ontario with grandma and grandpa. And you believe her when she announces...as you are waiting to disembark (flee) the aircraft...that she can be a "challenge" sometimes, as she kicks the seat in front of her barely missing your carry-on bag with the computer inside.

That makes the flight from Toronto to Kingston on a little 18 seater that wobbles and bobs with the Lake Ontario up and down drafts a pure pleasure!

I spent a day with my dad and then borrowing his car, set off for Cape Breton and the Gaelic College.

South of Montreal, the thought crossed my mind that the land was flatter than the Regina plain!

A day and 1/2 later I passed into Nova Scotia.

And finally arrived at the Gaelic College.

And checked into my room. St. Columba should have had it this good!

All ready to start a new adventure.