Chapter 17
It was March, and at his insistence I began researching travel arrangements on the internet. As I suspected, the cheapest flights were out of Montreal, a six-hour drive for me. I had flown to London from Toronto several years before, having had several bad experiences with American carriers who would miss my connecting flight out of Kennedy or Newark on the home trip, and leave me marooned. Yes, I could fly to Algiers through Paris or Rome. That was not a problem. What to do with the car while I was gone? On the advice of a friend who had found cheap parking when he flew to Turkey from Toronto, a bit of research found some cheaper alternatives in hotel parking lots. I looked at hotels and settled on one. But a friend advised me to look into renting an apartment through a website. “It will be a lot cheaper,” he said.