Back in 2014, I boarded a plane from Frankfurt to Canada. It was in April, and it was the day before Good Friday. I arrived in Toronto on the afternoon of April 17. After I went through customs and got my work permit, me and the group I travelled with got picked up by our travel company in an airport shuttle, which was actually a party van.
The plan was to drive from Toronto’s Lester B. Pearson International Airport (YYZ) to the HI Hostel in downtown Toronto. That was when I snapped my first picture in Canada. I had also taken a few pictures out of the airplane window, but those don’t count for me.
It has actually been a quite turbulent flight, and I had a window seat. I never had seen wings rocking that hard before.
But I’m drifting into off-topic territory here.
So we where on the way from the airport to downtown, when I first caught a glimpse of Lake Ontario and actually snapped my first picture of Canada with my iPhone 4s. It was the first day of what would become one of the greatest years of my life. It also inscinded my love for Canada.