Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah!!!!!

Seriously, I made it but, this was probably the most insane seven hours of travel in my life. I arrived at the train station at about noon and lugged my excessively heavy bags out of the train car. All appeared well until I got outside to get a cab. Seeing as I didn't want my suit jacket to get wrinkled, I wore it. So here I am, standing outside of the downtown Toronto train station with a hooded sweatshirt, under a suit jacket, with torn jeans, tennis shoes, and a Tigers hat. I asked a little hot dog vendor where was the best place to get a cab. He said "usually here, but with the marathon going on, down the street." I lugged my stuff for about two blocks until I could get a cabbie to notice me. He pulls a u-turn, hits the curb, and stops. I threw my luggage in the trunk and off we go. Or at least that's what I thought. Come to find out, he had no idea where I was going, and neither did I. So I had to pull out my netbook and look it up on Google. I showed him where it was and away we went. -- For real this time. -- After weaving in and out of traffic we finally reached the school. The problem was the marathon was going on right through the middle of campus. So he let me out, I grabbed my stuff and began trudging around the marathon to get to where he/we thought I was going. Wrong. Big Wrong!!! After thirty minutes or so of asking police officers, University of Toronto staff, and some random people who didn't speak English too well, I was about to get a ride to the airport and get a one-way ticket back to Michigan. * Oh yeah, BTW, did I mention it was pouring rain. * However, somehow I managed to stumble upon some old Victorian looking building. I walked in and asked the security guard if she knew where I was going. -- At this point I was about to pin a letter on my jacket that said "If found, please see this poor, lost soul to Sobarra Hall, Toronto, Ontario." -- Fortunately, I somehow landed in the right building for check-in. So to all of you out there, please take my advice, DO NOT come to Toronto. At least until I figure out what I'm doing here. Now I am going to unpack and either take a nap, or go find a drink.