11 April 2005
Tomorrow, the Tour Begins
Well, the last tracks are being laid, and the train approaches. Tomorrow is the big day! We have three morning performances scheduled for the Mulgrave School in West Vancouver. Dave (my brother, who is making the documentary film about the Tour) was here in Vancouver this weekend while I jetted off to North Carolina; and he has collected the gorgeous Tour Brochures the Dominion Institute has sent us. (Also the page proofs of my young adult novel, The Roman Conspiracy -- it never rains but it pours, as they say in Vancouver quite often.)
UNC Chapel Hill is beautiful; and Classics is flourishing there. It was a wonderful conference, and my paper had to keep pace with a great number of quality presentations by archaeologists and philologists alike; my hosts, Sean and Amanda, were extremely welcoming. But I ended up flying eighth class both ways -- a category reserved for those people who sit in the single seat immediately in front of the emergency exit above the wing. What can I say? My mouse booked the seat online; my spine did not.
Today we are tying up loose ends; and preparing for the solemn ceremony of heading down to English Bay to scoop up a bottle of Pacific water, which I will eventually (inshallah) dump into the Atlantic. I did the reverse on Rhapsodic Tour 2000 -- discovering that seawater has a fairly short shelflife, in terms of smell. But how's an Ontario lad to know that?