Trip to Ireland Part 1 - The Airport

There are 24 minutes left in the listed time I have to wait in the Toronto International Airport before I should be boarding my plane to Belfast Ireland. The seats around me have now become filled with passengers to be of all ages shapes and sizes. You can see the Irish in their features. Many have those eyes of gentle story tellers. Maybe it is that same look that I posses that compels me to tell this story to you. Soon I will be riding for 6 hours in a cramped plane. I have Shrek 3 to pass the time, but I think I may refer to my Accounting work less be bored. As the voice of flight attendant now comes on the overhead I will leave you until my first post from Ireland.