My brother came with his friend Phil and we had one last lunch in Kensington Market before packing my stuff in his truck, I think I might still have been in shock since it only felt like I was going away for a weekend or a week. Once we got to the airport I checked in my baggage and we had a beer to wish me a good adventure. When the time came for hugs then it hit me I wouldn't see my brother again for the next three months, or my girlfriend, or my friends but I will meet some new people along the road (hopefully nice people) and see new places I have never seen and that if it wasn't this way, I might never seen while keep on living and working in Canada. 6:30PM and they called to board the plane. I got a window seat and I tried to relax by watching a movie, then looking at the window I saw some amazing view of the Rockies and I couldn't help thinking "I'll be seeing you again in 10 days or so"
The flight was on time in Vancouver, good weather not too hot not too cold (not rainy thank God) and I took a taxi to my friend's house. Once I got there I dropped all the stuff and went out for a beer and catch-up conversation, many things have occurred in these past 2 years and some are the reason for me taking off in this adventure..around midnight (more like 3AM Toronto time) I called it quits and went to bed..