While we were traveling, I read “Flight Behavior” by Barbara Kingsolver, and it was the perfect vacation book. I have never been much into fluffy beach reads. Have I mentioned the summer that I lived oceanside? I was trying to work my way through “Crime and Punishment.” I was 21 and the life of every party, obviously.
We arrived home last night, and we’ve been getting questions about whether we would tackle something like this again. All four of us answer an unqualified “yes,” though Henry’s “yes” may be colored by his seven viewings of “Moana” during our trip.
Before we arrived in Montreal, we spent a few days in Toronto. It’s cliche to say that Canadians are nice, and “nice” is about generic as adjectives come, so I will say that the people we met in Toronto were helpful. When Henry began crying in the hotel breakfast room one morning, an employee came dashing over with coloring pages and crayons.