So the North American tour continues (still wishing I was a famous rockstar). Yesterday we almost missed out flight up here from New York. After a heavy brunch with Frida and Nicolas we went to take the train to the airport from Penn Station. We bought the tickets just to realise that the next train didn’t leave until an hour later, by which point we’d arrive twenty min before our plane was departing.
So our skint asses just had to hail a yellow cab and pay $110 to drive us instead. NICE. Just seeing all my prosecco/oyster/shopping money fly out the taxi window. But we made it and didn’t kill each other on the way so it’s all good! Toronto is dead rainy but Daniel’s family has adopted the fattest cat I’ve ever seen so I’m happy.
I’ll put together some more posts asap. Just want to tell you I like you.