Loading my friend’s baby in the car, the three of us drove to the Greek neighborhood of Danforth to deliver my first Toronto-bound Galapagos postcard. I got really excited that someone might be home when I saw people in the yard, but they turned out to be working on the house, so I left the postcard in the mailbox and hopped back in the car.
The next postcard brought us to the ritzy neighborhood of Rosedale. We had a great time peeking at the massive homes behind closed gates and shrubbery fences. In fact, this particular house was so large that I actually got kind of lost just looking for the front door! No one was home other than the gardeners, so after peering in the window one last time (both to check for signs of life and out of pure curiosity), I dropped the postcard in the mailbox and headed back to the car.
I was feeling optimistic that I might finally get to meet the recipient of one of these postcards face to face with this next one. It was actually a business card so I hoped to catch the guy in his office. Of course, he happened to be out when I arrived but I left the card and my email address with the secretary who was most excited to hear that I had carried her colleague’s business card through nine South American countries and across the United States for four months before bringing it to their downtown office.
This last postcard for Toronto took me to an urban apartment building. When I explained why I was there, the doorman seemed to think it was a little odd that a stranger would schlepp someone else’s mail for so long and so far, but he was kind enough to let me in the building and together we maneuvered the postcard into the recipients’ mailbox.
That’s the end of my deliveries for Canada!
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