Christmas is a time for family. That’s why R & I decided this year to fly out to Toronto, to spend Christmas with our family there. Weeks before our flight I started wishing for a white Christmas. Luckily, my wish came true… and then some!
Just a couple of days after landing, snowflakes started falling from the sky, like beautiful glistening angel dust. Slowly, everything was being covered with a layer of snow. Coated with a white film, Toronto shined brightly. It was the final festive touch this city needed before the holidays. Thrilled with the snow, R & I layered up and ventured out. We had snowball fights, we made snow angels and just became kids again. Just two Californians, enjoying a real winter.
We stayed in a gorgeous cozy loft on the 48th floor, with the most breathtaking urban views you can ever ask for. Waking up to the city under a white blanket of snow felt magical every single day. We could see the storm slowly creeping in from the distance, and all the sudden our clear vision, vanished as snow fell heavily outside. It was a real-time timelapse, just like in the movies.
Christmas eve was extra special. While family gathered around the table, snow was falling outside. Never have I ever had a white Christmas, let alone, snowfall on Christmas Eve. The sun shined brightly the next day, making it the perfect condition for tobogganing.
If you ever get the chance to spend a Christmas in Canada, don’t miss it. It’s truly magical.