Yesterday I flew home from Newfoundland. While the flights to and from the East Coast were not very fun, it was fantastic to go back. My dad was born and raised in Central Newfoundland, and when I was in Grade 4 he found work and moved the family out to St. John’s for two and a half years. To go from a big city to a small town where you have trees between each house and miles of wilderness at the end of the block was amazing and so refreshing. I hadn’t been back in over ten years, but last week I was able to go back and see the island again.
This time, though, as an adult.
I met my dad and my brother, who’s been attending University for the last 8 months, in St. John’s mid-day on Friday. We drove out to Paradise and visited our old hangouts and house, had a wonderful Tim Hortons lunch, Big R’s dinner, and drinks at the Duke of Duckworth. I had probably only slept 6 hours in two days. After a two hour nap, we reconsidered the decision and went back to bed.
The second night, though, was a different story. We had dinner and raided Happy Hour at Shamrock City Pub. We got there at 4, maybe 4:30, and didn’t end up leaving until 8:30. We had one last beer at another pub I can’t remember and listened to this amazing live music. I enjoy listening to folk and Celtic music, but it’s just so much better live! And a violinist is a must.
The next day was the eight hour drive to Deer Lake. Slightly painful, but much better had we not gorged on pizza at midnight. The fog was enchanting, even if we couldn’t see anything.
I recommend the East Coast of Canada. It’s full of bars and characters and fog and salty air. It’s refreshing and the colours of down-town are beautiful! I’ll post another post with the drive and some of the small towns I saw during my time there. I also have two weeks in California to post about! So look forward to those!