You cannot go back

We are in Canada - for a week only. It feels so normal, so familiar and so dear. Even the things that normally annoy me (like Zellers). :)

We drove in the rented car (rented outside New York - way cheaper): the road is more or less familiar by now, and the drive would have been quite pleasant, if D weren't so horribly car sick. We ended up swathing him in paper towels like a mummy. Poor guy. I know how bad it can be - I couldn't drive in the car until my later teenage years, and even now I have to fight the sickness from time to time. Now we live at our friends' place and work on our things to do. planning to go back the end of the week.

The weather is nice, but the autumn in Ontario is far advanced. New York climate still confuses me a great deal.