I slept ok and got up around 7am to check the status of Rosinante and my gear. I could see that it was being moved around in Frankfurt.
Aaron came down a little later. He was still hurting from the night before.
Over a coffee I followed the movements of the AirTag until there were no updates more at 08:35 CET. That must have been the time when the signal got lost as the plane taxied to the runway. So, I knew that Rosinante was in fact on the move. What a relief!
After some coffee, Aaron was getting back to life and made us some delicious Canadian breakfast.
There was a big Caribbean festival in town which typically – according to Aaron – ended up in violence and even shootings with the police or other people at night. Really?
So, Aaron wanted us to stay out of downtown and had found a WTA Women‘s tournament instead which took place just 20 min North of us. Today was a family weekend and the entrance was free. What?
I had never been to a tennis match in my life – so the answer was „Yes“.
Around lunchtime we ventured out there after a short nap to help digest the breakfast and the remaining alcohol from last night.
It was a colorful festival with thousands of families from all walks of lives. Also, there were tons of attractions for the little ones. But there was also tennis.
We watched two matches. In the first, the German Jule Niemeyer was playing the Canadian Stacey Fung. Both were tennis pros playing in the top 100 of the WTA ranking. The crowd was cheering only for Stacey, so I tried to support Jule a bit. In the end, Stacey won in the 3rd set – but it was close.
And we watched another match in which the 30 year old Canadian Eugene Bouchard, she was a former Wimbledon finalist, played against the Japanese challenger Moyuka Ichijima. Here the 22 year old Japanese won after three sets.
It was a new experience which was great … but tennis is simply not my thing. I found it hard to get emotionally connected and found myself preparing the first part of my tour in detail.
In parallel, I was also constantly checking my phone for updates from the little diva Rosinante. We knew that her flight would land around 5pm. However, there were no updates after the landing.
Finally, at 05:24pm her signal was picked up at Pearson airport in Toronto. Heureka!
Now, the gear „only“ had to be delivered to Aaron’s place. We expected this to take a couple of hours and opted for an early dinner at a Thai restaurant in Aaron’s neighborhood. I was actually hoping to assemble everything this evening. How delusional of me!
We were home by eight. I got messages from Lufthansa that the two plastic bags with the paneers inside had been identified and were forwarded to a courier service. They were supposed to be delivered to Aaron’s apartment by 2am – i.e. in the middle of the night.
However, there was no word about my bike. I called the hotline and found out that it had been received in Toronto. However, they took their time. The AirTag showed no movement.
Meanwhile, there really had been a shooting in downtown Toronto and a police officer had in fact been injured. Oh my god!
However, I was too tired to be both shocked about the violence and really impressed by Aaron’s foresight.
Around 10pm I crashed and had to go to bed. Still no updates. Aaron wanted to stay up late to expect the delivery of the bags.
Later, the poor guy fell asleep on the couch. But it was futile. There were no bags delivered during that night.