T’is the Season for Small Restaurants… The Calm Before the Storm
The last 36 hours of my life has been a blur. I spent a whopping 17 of 33 hours in planes or airports. Rapid travel (like going to Texas and back in less than 1.5 days) creates all sorts of opportunity for first-world drama and worry about things that seem so looking at the time but fade fast. The highlight of such stress was an early morning filled search for my passport. I had placed the thing in the breast pocket of my suit jacket the night before and when I put on said layer, I couldn’t find my travel documents. It took 20 minutes of searching to realize that said jacket had inside jackets on both sides – and that my ‘lost’ passport was close to my heart (which was beating wildly) the whole time.
Business travel really can be that glamorous.
On the other hand, I did have a wonderful meal in downtown San Antonio and a quick peak at it’s riverwalk district and know that I really want to get back there some day. Knowing how close Austin was (that hordes many places we want to see in addition to being the home of friends and acquaintances) was a little painful but we’ll return another day.
Returning from such a trip gives you a different perspective on your home and the places around it. Considering the amount of times in airports, taxis, airplanes, restaurants and meeting rooms, it’s darn-right scary to think about how much I’ve been sitting in the last 2 days. I’m going to guess that I was on my feet less than 2 or 3 hours total – a stark transition from daily life around here where I barely sit till 10 or 11 at night. Combine that with staring at the back of a seat for 12+ hours and the sights you normally take for granted appear under a different light.
I found myself running a few errands this afternoon as the sudden appearance of the Holiday season becomes apparent. As I traveled through our neighborhood, I found familiar sights suddenly looking like some sort of film set. It was just surreal to be home.
Traveling through the East end of Toronto at 4:30 so near to the Holidays revealed a spectacular pattern. I peeked into the local restaurants and bars and saw them all in a flurry of activity. Glasses were staked, tables were set, the teams were huddling and getting ready for what will be one of the busiest nights of the year. Early patrons were sipping the first glasses of wine and opening cocktails as kitchens were very apparently getting ready for the rush.
There’s many things that are fantastic about living in an urban community (even though I catch myself daydreaming about living in rural isolation quite often) and seeing the buzz of dimly lit restaurants in the dark of the early afternoon is something that just comforts me. There will be hundreds, if not more, of people out in our little corner of the world tonight. They’ll be enjoying themselves, food and drink and the ambience of a place I call home – a place that seemed so far away only 18 hours ago.
Happy Holidays to you and yours – tonight we’re going out in our neighborhood to enjoy the comforts of the seasons with some wonderful friends. I hope you are just as lucky wherever you may be.













