On April 29th, 2002, I left Pearson International Airport in Toronto on a
mind-numbingly boring 8 hour flight to Frankfurt, Germany and then another 3
hour flight to Lisboa (Lisbon), Portugal (which was much more interesting, since
I had a hot Hungarian model sitting beside me). My "plan" was to start at
the farthest west corner of Mediterranean Europe and head east, following the
sun and warmth the entire way.
Lynn was nice enough to take me to the airport, even though I think she just
wanted to make sure I was really leaving.