We left Saginaw, around 8:30 and headed toward Canada. We had a pit stop in Flint for gas and breakfast from the cooler. Traffic was a breeze, thank goodness. I of course, picked the wrong lane when we got to the border… I always pick the slowest lane in the grocery store. Once through the border, traffic was pretty good. We made it to Toronto in about 5 hours. Since we did not have any cell service due to being in Canada, we had to try to get to our accommodations based upon what we remembered (Note: We are unable to use our phones for the next three days due to extra fees). Luckily, we recognized the house from the website, and were able to park the car no problem. Our hosts were not exactly ready for us, because we arrived before expected, so we had an adventure on our bikes.
We ended up finding a very interesting local bar and restaurant, where we were welcomed openly. It was one of the locals’ birthdays, so he bought a cupcake and cut it into enough pieces for the number of people in the place. So, we got a small free piece of chocolate cupcake. The guys were hilarious and thought that they should curb their behavior due to the “lady” who was there, which was me. I quickly told them not to worry about it at all, and the mayhem continued. The bar tender made sure that we took a shot before leaving, which ended up being some sort of sweet Greek Brandy. It was tasty. From there, we were told to head to the waterfront and so we did.
We stopped into a place five miles down the road to get some refreshment. It was a nice establishment with really cool people, and I got to talk baseball with some of the locals. The ride back was a tough one, because it was all up hill. We made it, but it was exhausting! We met the other occupant of our accommodations, Hartmudt, and hung out with him the rest of the evening. He is from Berlin, and is very easy to talk to. We have enjoyed conversing with him and comparing the differences between our countries very much. Poor Hartmudt thought the drinking age of Canada was 21 and he is only 20, but we quickly educated him that 19 is the legal age.
We attempted to go to the “Beer Store”, but they were closed due to it being a Sunday. So, we decided to head back to the house, and hit the box of wine that Mom Susan gave us…as well as the Strawberry Rhubarb pie. We enjoyed our time with Hartmudt very much.
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