The first half of 2014 was unusually full of travel for me: Poland (play), Brussels (work), Spain (play), Italy (work), and North Yorkshire (play). It was a complete whirlwind of intense learning and hard graft (work) and true relaxation (play), and I am incredibly grateful for both sets of experiences.
To add to that list, at the beginning of this month, H. and I spent 8 days in Newfoundland on another family trip. My grandfather, the instigator of these adventures, has a bit of a love affair with Newfoundland, and rightly so. The whole thing was proposed in December and organized in 6 months (yes, we have some mega-planners in the family!), and on 1 August, 31 members of my extended family gathered in Deer Lake. We didn’t really know what to expect, except that it would be an adventure. And that it was. 8 days of stunning landscapes, history, long bus journeys, delicious food and
probably too much drink, screech and cod kissing, MUSIC, sunshine, laughter and reminiscing, icebergs, whales, and moose! And did I mention the bus journeys?
We saw as much of the island as we could pack in. Newfoundland is a magical place full of tragedy, historical and present, and yet brimming with the kindest, most generous people. My only regret is that I did not get to try moose burger or cod tongues! Here are a few snaps.
(Also, for those who are interested, check out this article by Michael Crummey on how being a Newfoundlander is changing).