It might be a bit of cosmic irony that the polar vortex is losing its grip on the greater Toronto area (GTA) just as I am jetting off to Costa Rica, but I cannot be 100% sure.
As I type this, I am sitting in the departure lounge amid a sea of people who are also in search of warmer shores. I hear snippets of conversation; some in languages I can identify but not understand, and others in languages that I cannot even comprehend. I can also catch words in English, though spoken with a rich variety of accents. In that way, it feels a bit like work.
The teen beside me is narrating his video game with an Italian accent. The woman across from me is chatting in what I believe is an Indian dialect–thoughI could be mistaken. There’s even a couple behind me urgently trying to coax a young child towards better behaviour. I wish them luck.
I have walked through the duty free and couldn’t find anything to tempt me. Actually, There was lots of temptation, but none of it seemed relevant at the start of my vacation .
Outside the skies are grey and only hope I wake to a tropical sunrise.