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I got on the train at Penn Station at 7am and arrived in Toronto around 7:30 this evening. The ride itself was pretty smooth and uneventful, and as I stupidly forgot to exchange money prior to my departure and every exchange place was closed when I got here I ended up walking from Union Station to my hotel (yes, it's not the wisest move to trek out of a travel depot with a shit ton of luggage when one looks like a tourist, but I moved at a brisk pace and there were folks about so there). Grand plans to do some preliminary sightseeing this evening were abandoned when I got to the room and realized how exhausted I was, so all I've done this evening is eat dinner (a piece of v.v. noteworthy salmon with veggies), wash up, and fight sleep. Everything's novel and neat at the moment: the accents! the signs in two languages! the use of the Queen's English! the metric system! the accents! I've engaged random folks in conversation to hear them speak. I'm an adult, all evidence to the contrary. It's just so shiny right now!

Tomorrow I meet up with