Girl's Weekend In Newfoundland
Oh my goodness, that was an amazing weekend full of so much laughter and adventure. I didn't think we could pack in as much as we did! Seen above, along with me..... my beautiful sister Shelly (left) and sweetheart of a friend Cathy (middle). It was Cathy's first time in Newfoundland so it couldn't be better for her to take the tour with the O'Brien sisters from St. John's. It sure was a steady, GO-GO-GO tour!
THURSDAY: Flight arrived at midnight, Thursday, August 21st. Gail's cousin was on the plane, sitting right next to me... What are the chances?! Grabbed our rental van and went to Ashton Apartments in downtown St. John's to check in for the night. Unloaded our carry-on bags and helped Shelly get settled in for the night with her 11 month-old baby boy, Thomas. They were wiped out so they went to bed and Cathy & I went to Trapper John's on George Street for a night-cap. After this, we crossed the road to check out The Dock, where we were to meet everyone the following Saturday night. After this, we hopped in the van (Cathy drove) and went to Wal-Mart at Stavanger Drive to pick up a few things for the morning (juice, eggs, playpen, etc...). Took a little bit of a zig-zag route because my memory was foggy as to where the new Wal-Mart was located. Found it via Virginia Park way, purchased some food and the playpen so that Thomas could have something comfortable to sleep in at night, since our accommodation didn't provide an infants bed (full intention of returning it on Sunday before we flew back to Ontario.... we're so bad!). Accidently dumped a whole container of greasy french fries in the door of the minivan and then laughed our asses off. Sorry Hertz! Made our way back to our apartment and crashed for the night.
FRIDAY: Absolutely BEAUTIFUL weather... What are the chances?! All hands aboard the van which didn't even stink and off we went to Yvonne & Phillips. Sadly, Aunt Lillian and Carolann were not there, but we at least had a nice visit with Y & P. Went for a lobster sub at Subway and then out to Cape Spear for a little hike before Shea Heights to see Seamus, Mom and the boys. Thomas was sleeping, so Shelly decided to stay in the van while Cathy & I walked out to the most easterly point in North America. Had a photo shoot and then noticed Shelly was pushing the stroller down to meet with us, with a man at her side. As they got closer, I realized my little brother Seamus came out to surprise us. HUGS! He stayed with Shell while Cath & I ventured on up to the lighthouse (even saw whales offshore). This is when Cathy finds the first of many rocks that she smuggled back into Ontario. Back at the gift shop, Shelly & Thomas (Seamus went back home) were there and we make our first souvenier purchases (Labradorite & T-shirts). We head back down the path to the van and spot a couple who we previously met at the airport. Small world... They too, are visiting until Sunday. We took their picture and they took ours and we then skipped down the stairs, taking turns saying, what are the chances we'd see them again? What are the chances the weather would be so beautiful? What are the chances we end up staying an extra day? What are the chances, what are the chances, what are the chances, on and on... Off we went, out to Shea Heights, laughing and giggling. Had a beautiful visit with mom, Seamus, Tammy next door and the kids. Phone rings and it's Marvin, who wanted to know if we were interested in meeting him & Joanne for a lobster roast on the beach in Seal Cove. Hell yeah! Mom stayed with Thomas (love that woman) and we packed Seamus and the kids into the van and hit the highway. Coarse sand on this beach (HA!) - cobbles the size of lemons more like it. Marvin stuck a stick up the lobsters (you know what) tail and we roasted them over the hot coals. OH MY.... DELISH! Especially with Joanne's homemade garlic butter . When it was time to leave, Marvin got stuck in the cobbles with his truck. The wheels kept spinning and it sounded like several boulders in a dryer. The sound was thunderous, but he finally worked the wheels out. Several of us hopped back into the box of the truck and off we went again. I must say, Cathy, Seamus & I were quite smashed by this point. Saturday was going to be a big day, so back to Ashton Apartments we go. SATURDAY: Cruise time... Quidi Vidi, Torbay, Middle Cove, St. Phillips, Seal Cove again (forgot to give Marvin & Joanne some money for the delicious lobsters), and Fort Amherst. Dipped our toes in the ocean at Middle Cove - Thomas loved doing that too. Mom helped Cathy rape the beach from rocks - Cathy had them hidden under her toes in her flip-flops and in her cleavage . We weren't sure if she was going to be able to get them all back in her luggage. Scampers Fish & Chips (Finch & Chimps) with dressing & gravy for dinner and then back to our apartment to get Thomas & Mom settled so that we could go out to meet our friends from our old Air Cadet days. Six o'clock, we meet Deanne at The Dock on George Street. She was followed by Martin, Heather, Russell, Elaine, Paul, Tracy (aka: Squirt), Rose, Derrick, Peter, Tina, Greg, Jody, Chris and many others. Chris gave Cathy THE BEST Screeching In I had ever did see in my life and the dancing and partying was in full steam. We see that same couple who we previously saw at Cape Spear... What are the chances? The claim they were co-workers, but we think there was more to it than that (seen below as Shelly makes faces in the background). Later, Shelly decides to head back to the room and Cathy & I went for a walk on the waterfront warf. Before we knew it, the sky was getting brighter and the hangover would be huge tomorrow, for sure. SUNDAY: Late rise, needless to say... Not much time today, so all hands jump in the minivan and we head to Shea Heights again. We need to check-in on our flight and we need a computer to do so. Going stand-by, nothing is guaranteed. Peter helps us by checking with his next door neighbour to see if we can use their computer and it's a success. We think everything is worked out. Because of the late rise, we're all hungry now and Scampers is off the list - it was like gut rot the day before. Magnum & Steins on Duckworth Street wasn't open until six, so we all head to Rumplestilskins on Hill O'Chips with Peter & Mom in tow. Lobster meals all around! YUM! Cathy tries her first cod tongue too and thought it tasted like walleye cheeks. Our plane is suppose to depart at 8pm (if we get on) and we still have to go to Wal-Mart to return the playpen and get the rental van back in time. Off we go and Peter brings Mom back to Shea Heights where he also lives. At the airport, our check-in guy 'Paulo from Portugal' tells us everything looks good as far as us getting on a plane. We tell him that we're going to vote for him as Mayor of Portugal Cove. We change our mind when we discover that our gate is super-busy and we're not getting on tonight's plane at all - no votes for him.
MONDAY: Maybe we'll get on the next flight at 5am. Peter comes back out to the airport to pick us up and offers his house to us (sweetheart). Three hours sleep and we're at the airport again, exhausted yet still smiling. This time, Paulo from Portugal is not at the check-in counter but instead the gate counter. Now we're feeling cursed and the 'what are the chances' phrase comes flooding back again. This time there's much better news... Paulo has upgraded all of us to First Class and once again, we want to vote for him as Mayor of Portugal Cove. We're going back to Ontario. What are the chances?! Both sadness and joy fill our hearts. Because I had to go straight to work when we landed, I decided to sleep the whole trip back. Shelly & Cathy decided to sponge-up the First Class way of living and so they had hot Omelettes while I snored my head off. Needless to say, it was still a very hard day at work for me after we arrived. I think I can count how many hours sleep I had in 3 days on one hand only. But oh boy, it was so much fun!
Great trip, awesome weather, tons of laughs, beautiful friends and a new love for Newfoundland, like a rekindled fire in my heart that will continue to burn on. Until next time, St. John's.....