At the Metaphorical (and Literal) Crossroads

At last I can breathe a sigh of relief. Things that appeared to be in limbo have now become solid and I am free to begin wandering in earnest. Mexico turned out to be pretty great. I'd recommend Playa Del Carmen as a resort town with a little more for those willing to pay for it. And the historical stuff is well worth the visit as well.

I'm back in Toronto for a couple of days. Due to certain outside forces I can't really leave the continent until August (and then you better believe I'm getting out of here!). My hotel runs out on Friday so I needed to make some decisions about where I'd be spending the majority of July. Looked at Vegas, which still remains very much on the list, but I've decided -- as was my original plan -- to see Canada.

Rental cars are a weird thing. For a simple 11 day trip between here and a coast it can cost upwards of 2 grand. Unless it occasionally costs far less for some reason. I would assume because a car needs to be taken back somewhere? Who knows. However, I did manage to get one of the far less costly cars for my Canadian road trip -- only instead of the original destination of Vancouver, I'm going to Halifax.

11 days is more than enough time to get to out to Nova Scotia so I plan to hit as many of the roadside attractions and tourist traps as I can. Along with that I plan to spend some significant time in Ottawa and Montreal, which I have, to my embarrassment, never been before.

So tomorrow I plan and relax, and Friday I pick up the new short-term one-way Dave. And then, we see what this country (east of Toronto version) has in store.

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