Story and photo by Aefa Mulholland
This summer I didn't stack up the usual slew of air miles. I didn't have jet lag. I didn't lug the Samsonite out of the basement. This summer my travels were contained within a much smaller area. This summer I didn't leave Toronto.
Instead of traipsing about the world like most summers for the last ten years, I stayed home and explored my relatively recently adopted hometown, discovered beaches I'd never lounged on, caught all the festivals I usually miss because I'm out of town, and fell a little harder for Canada's largest city.
Story and photo by Aefa Mulholland
This summer I didn't stack up the usual slew of air miles. I didn't have jet lag. I didn't lug the Samsonite out of the basement. This summer my travels were contained within a much smaller area. This summer I didn't leave Toronto.
Instead of traipsing about the world like most summers for the last ten years, I stayed home and explored my relatively recently adopted hometown, discovered beaches I'd never lounged on, caught all the festivals I usually miss because I'm out of town, and fell a little harder for Canada's largest city.
