Quebec or bust

Getting to Quebec wasn't easy.  We made it to the airport early (shock), and we waited and waited and six hours later we were told that we needed to rebook our flights.  United was busy trying to get people to Chicago from the night before (weather delays), and in spite of the fact that there were six Breslar-Smiths with ten pieces of luggage making noise in the middle of all of the disgruntled people, they let us stand in line until we missed our plane. After Zeric argued for (and got) vouchers of all kinds, we stuffed ourslves with sushi then swam and watched the Olympics in a hotel in Rosslyn until we headed to the airport (again) at 4am the next morning. 

at least a few hours of the 6-hour wait were spent enjoying someone else's iPad

 

wheels up, finally!

punchy in transit in Toron(t)o