I arrived in Halifax after a gruelling one-hour flight from YYT, having spent my time knitting furiously and downing $7 beer. It took the edge off, and Jo’s baby blanket fortunately didn’t suffer the consequences. I sat there amused to realize I was knitting the Republic of Newfoundland flag while wearing a similar bracelet. It reminded me of my return flight over 6 months ago, where I was reading The Colony of Unrequited Dreams and marking my spot with a Newfoundland and Labrador Tourism bookmark.
Except this time my guest bedroom has been converted into a babyâ€™s nursery, and my new room is where Joâ€™s fiancÃ© keeps his homemade beer and wine. Bold move, my friend. I just received a withering stare from her across the living room as I tipped back my beer and sighed, â€œMy god, this is good.â€ Don’t tempt a pregnant lady.
But I canâ€™t tell you how happy I am to be back in Halifax, my second home.
So I survived the flight and now I just have to survive several thousand kilometres of driving and train hopping. The awesomesausage news is that after TBEX in Vancouver, Iâ€™m partaking in a week-long Hoodapus tour through the Rockies courtesy of Moose Network! AND Iâ€™ll be joined by Corbin of iBackpackCanada, so you can be assured of tomfoolery and mayhem. Shuswap Lake, Lake Louise, Jasper, Banff, and Kelowna…all of western Canada I was devastated about not having enough time to see. Isnâ€™t life grand?
*No moose were harmed in the making of this blog post. Except for this one, because we accidentally broke its antlers and then nearly got kicked out of town. Oops.