My husband and I are on our way to Scotland. Right now, we are in the midst of a three hour layover at the Pearson International Airport in Toronto. Fun timez, these layovers. Though we hail from a Detroit suburb, we flew out of Windsor International Airport in, well, Windsor, Ontario, a hop, skip and jump across the river from Detroit.
We’ve done this a couple times before, inspired by our daughter’s overseas study program in France when she was in college. If I’m remembering correctly – and that’s always a gamble – her professor suggested the students fly out of Windsor as it was less expensive than flying out of Detroit’s major airport, Detroit Metropolitan Airport in Romulus.
If you have plans to fly internationally, and live in, well, the metro Detroit area, consider flying out of Windsor. Flights I’ve investigated have been several hundred dollars cheaper than similar flights out of Detroit. Plus the airport is so small, you just park your car, walk a couple hundred feet into the airport, and voila, you’re in! You check in, drop off your bags, walk the equivalent of a ranch home or two, and you’re in the terminal, waiting for your flight. Ours have all connected in Toronto – so that seems to be the pattern. Fly out of Windsor, change planes in Toronto, take a direct flight to the European city of your choice. Well…I can’t verify that all European cities are available for direct flights from Toronto, but I imagine many are. I CAN attest to direct flights to London, Paris and Edinburgh, said the itinerant global traveler.
Right now we are sitting in the international terminal of the Toronto airport and I can tell you it’s not a bad place to hang out. They have docking stations with bar stools and marbled counters. Stations with tables and comfy leather chairs, too. (Truthfully, not sure they are leather, but it sure sounds nice.) So you can sit and charge all your electronics – maybe write a blog post – while you wait to board your flight.
There’s also all sorts of yummy food kiosks and restaurants – and checking out the food in an airport is always a kick in the pants, isn’t it? However, I exercised incredible restraint and shared one chocolate milk with my husband and ate a serving of fruit – watermelon, grapes and that green melon – what’s it called? Geez, layovers are bad for the short-term memory, apparently.
They even have a Starbucks here and I swear – I DIDN’T ORDER MY USUAL SKINNY, DECAF, VANILLA LATTE! For those of you who know me and my coffee habits, this is cause for a celebration – with firecrackers, champagne and a ride on that Harry Potter thing at Universal Studios in Florida. There is a Harry Potter ride, isn’t there?
Have you flown out of Windsor?