Newfoundland, also known as "The Rock"
(NL - part I)
(NL - part I)
Shortly after our return from the DR was the introduction of a powerful social networking medium, an application that would allow friends who lived near or far to keep in touch. With a little convincing, my NL pal Stephanie signed on. The posts, sharing of pictures and daily communication only strengthened our friendship. Phone chats with Stephanie (and the other two girls: Tracey & Tanya) almost always ended with "you gotta come 'home' this summer"..."come in August". I wanted to go and the more I thought about it, I honestly couldn't answer the question "why not"?
I don't remember the day or the month, and nope, not even the exact price, but I remember the excited feeling when I happened upon that seat sale to Newfoundland via http://www.aircanada.com/. I instantly picked up the phone and dialed. The wait wasn't long, I heard "Hello" …
"Hi, you home?" (Me)
"Yes, I just answered J" (She)
"Haha. No, I mean in August" (Me)
"OMG, OMG, you can't be serious ?? ... YESSS I’m home!!!" (She)
"Well okay. I’m coming to Newfoundland to visit you" (Me).
And then a whole lot of Whoo-hoos and Tee-heeing. A quick phone call to my travel agent (Cousin Quinn) to book that flight and then the planning of my inaugural trip to NL began.
Itinerary's are always in pencil with Stephanie and I, that's what we continue to agree on...just an outline of the moments in between the arrival and departure, always subject to change. I had picked the dates strongly recommended by the girls, it was their town's festival week (much like a 'homecoming' really). There'd be tons of food and music, good times spent with good family & friends. Having never been there, I had no expectations, just happy to see and do whatever they thought of, while being mindful of the budget of course. And with that, Miss Stephanie created the most incredible agenda.