The Travels of the Screeched In

When last we left our intrepid heroes, we'd just been made honourary Newfoundlanders.

The next day, we made our way to Vanessa's parents' house, where we watched the couple opening some absolutely gorgeous gifts. And many, many similar gifts - the shop where people had gone to buy certificates for place settings had wrapped them all (and there were a lot) in little gift boxes about the size of a kleenex box, and all in identical wrapping paper. It became something of a joke after the first dozen or so.

There were some really amazing gifts, including a really nifty porthole mirror that made it to St. John's all the way from Oakville (which means I may be able to find one of these myself).



And an absolutely stunning quilt done in blue waves. Amazing, and one of a kind. Maybe I should take up quilting...



After the gifts were opened and thoroughly oohed-and-ahed over, we headed out back for some casual playing of fiddle and guitar and banjo. Just... wow.



After the party, Rikke, Keith and I started to really get into our roles as tourists. We headed out to Cape Spear, making plenty of stops for picture-taking along the way.

Cape Spear is the easternmost point of North America. And it's a beautiful spot.




Maybe a little cold, with the Atlantic right there, you know, and the sea air and all. (I was at the sea!!)



This may be my favourite picture from the whole trip.


And this is a close second.



Sorry for the picture-heavy post. It's so hard to self-edit when everything I saw and pointed a camera at was just so amazing.

And now, I have officially been at the southernmost and the easternmost points in Canada. If I really want to hit all four geographical extremes, though, I've left the most challenging for last.

That evening, we met up on George Street for dinner, then we headed back to the hotel so we could get an early start on the next day.

Up next: The Irish Loop, the Geo Centre, and Signal Hill by day!