June 30

The flight arrived at 5:30 am. I was very surprised by the admirable punctuality of the airline and how much it took care of my two huge suitcases. However, my back was sore because the chair on the plane was not very comfortable, but at that time my priority was to go to the bathroom to improve my appearance and be presentable when I met Elisabeth. We met at 6:30 am, and I could not help but appreciate the beauty I was seeing with my eyes. The beauty of that girl was much greater than the one that appeared in the photographs sent to me by my sister, and, instead of the clothes she was wearing on those, she wore a beautiful suit of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, composed of a long red shirt, a brown leather belt, a black denim and long gray leather boots. We introduced ourselves and she, with a thick and relaxing voice of a young woman that brought me a lot of inner peace when listening to her, told me a little about her life, while telling me that before we started with the trip she needed to go to one of the libraries public in Toronto to return some books I had been using.

We went to the library, and while she was making an endless line in the reception to return the books she was carrying, I was walking and walking through the corridors full of texts, magazines, audio and video formats, board games and computers to search. . I was surprised by the large number of languages ​​that can be found in that library. I counted approximately 20 languages, for example, in addition to English and French, which are the typical languages ​​there, Spanish, Italian, Chinese, Japanese, German, Hebrew, Greek, Latin, Romanian, etc.

We went out and she told me that she needed to buy some things for the trip and then she needed to go back to her house to change clothes. We got on a two-car bus that, in addition to fulfilling its function of taking us to the shopping center to which she wanted to go, gave us a broad tour of the city. What surprised me was when the bus passed through the '' CN Tower '', an impressive structure of a height of more than 500 meters and whose elegance and simplicity stand out in the day with its characteristic white color and at night with the lighting so much that it has installed inside itself as that provided by the surrounding buildings.

While we were on the bus, she showed me the route my sister had planned for our trip. We would start in Toronto and we would go through the provinces of Ontario, Quebec, Manitoba, Saskatchewan, Alberta and finish in British Columbia, where, then, our trip would end and I would take a flight back home. And also, specifying, the ideal thing is that we stay three days maximum in each division of the national territory through which we passed so that I can return on time and without worries to my country.

We arrived and entered the '' Eaton Center '', according to Élisabeth, the most important shopping center in Toronto. We went to the supermarket and bought food, hygienic products and some accessories to travel. I almost always stood behind her, appreciating the long ponytail that fell from her head. We left, we took another bus and in 15 minutes we arrived at his house, a ten-story building full of apartments for, mainly, single students. She asked me to wait for her while she went for her things. I told her there was no problem, but as soon as she left, I felt a great loneliness and anxiety inside of me. I could'nt believe it. I had known that girl for 4 hours and I already felt strong feelings of attraction towards her.

She left almost half an hour later, apologizing and saying that she could not find some things from her luggage. As a way of asking for forgiveness, she gave me a Bagel, a flour dough very similar to a donut, with a slight vanilla flavor, although for me in reality everything was fine after seeing her new and casual appearance, in which her hairstyle The ponytail had vanished and now the waterfall that formed her hair fell behind her, and the comfortable, attractive and youthful clothes she wore now: A white short-sleeved T-shirt, a short red flared skirt with black straps that reached up a little above her knees, long black stockings that surpassed her knee and almost made a union with her skirt, white sneakers that stood out among the black color of her legs, a youthful hat of black color in which in the A scarlet ribbon was attached to the glass, the remaining end of which fell almost to the height of her neck and brown sunglasses that did not hide the sight of her beautiful eyes. She wore a little purple bag with black on which she wore over her a small black female coat of those with long sleeves but whose height goes only from the shoulders to her waist, and behind her a suitcase of red wine wheels in the one who carried all his things for the trip.

She told me that we will have to go a little fast and try not to stop, given that transport between the provinces will take a good part of our time. I told him that there was no problem, besides that I had been able to travel through Toronto by bus and was fascinated with the library. She was glad that I agreed, so we went to the transport terminal. We bought our tickets, but they told us that the bus would leave in approximately two hours. Since we had nothing to do, she asked me if I was hungry. I said yes, so we went to a restaurant that was next to the terminal.

Upon entering the restaurant, a smell of fried dough and smoked meat served as a cordial way of inviting customers to sit down. Precisely this was what made us even more hungry. We place ourselves in some seats and ask for our order. We both requested a kind of '' combo of the day '' which contained a '' Tourtiere '' (Meatloaf) and a '' Peameal Bacon '' (Bacon wrapped in corn that is fried for a few minutes). While we waited for the dishes, we dedicated ourselves to appreciate the decoration that was in the restaurant. Its theme was based on the culture that was left by the indigenous ancestors who inhabited North America before the British colonization, and in the lives of the peasants and people of the Canadian forests, that is, it was adorned with totems, skins and false heads of Wild animals, axes, maple leaves and flags of Canada. After 10 minutes our order arrived and we prepared to taste such dishes that turned out to be the best edible hosts in welcoming me to the country. But the food itself was not the best, but the beautiful view in front of me. Despite the hunger, Elisabeth ate quietly while the strong wind that came from the entrance of the restaurant slightly moved her hair, causing it to oscillate from one place to another as if it were a harmonious movement. His eyes looked everywhere, still appreciating the exaggerated but very well made decoration of the site, and sometimes when our eyes crossed and I felt as if his eyes transmitted waves that weakened and impacted me.

We finished eating and headed back to the terminal, since there were a few minutes left so that, according to the tickets, the bus was ready. We realized that the dishes we ate, practically lunch, were so well prepared that it made us very sleepy, or as we say in my country, "it fed us very well". We got on the bus and, to prevent dizziness, she said, she gave me a Bagel that was filled with maple syrup, authentic symbol and Canadian national ingredient. While we ate them for dessert and the other passengers got on, she confessed that the Bagels are her favorite sweet, so wherever she went, she always carried at least two of her bag to kill hunger and sweeten the palate. Fatigue overcame us and as soon as the driver started the journey we fell asleep.