Most wouldn’t expect Toronto to be the beach volleyball capital of the world, but 100 courts set up on the shores of Lake Ontario would suggest otherwise. That’s hundreds of people playing beach volleyball in a city that, frankly, I didn’t know had a beach. I’m again reminded that preconceived notions are usually wrong, that reality is usually more substantial than our dogmatic beliefs.
So far my first six hours in Toronto have been special. Sushi pizza, skipping stones on Lake Ontario, ice cream on Queen Street, and making some new Canadian friends have all been highlights.
I have no expectations for tomorrow. Tomorrow will take care of itself.