Not Bermuda
Thanks for alla the birthday wishes!
Now, where were we…
The next morning, after my usual brekkie of all the salmon and avocados I could acquire on the ship…
…we got up to check out Saint John, New Brunswick, Canada.
Her: Maybe it won’t be so bad.
Me: Here’s hoping.
Nope. It was pretty terrible.
Sara’s face really says it all.
This is her doing her level best to be positive on a trolley tour, which was only so interesting.
OK, maybe terrible is too strong a word for it, but it wasn’t great.
It was pretty…meh.
No fault to St. Johns, per se; life only makes sense with relativism.
After all, no one understands hunger unless they’ve been fed, no one understands wealth unless they’ve been poor, etc.
Here, we were planning on heading to beautiful and warm Bermuda and ended up going to somewhat grey and decidedly cold St. Johns.
The trolly tour of the town was about 90 minutes and not terrible but also not anything like a sunny Caribbean beach – at least we learned about what happened to Benedict Arnold after he betrayed the US.
At least it was sunny, albeit cold.
The rapids were supposed to be pretty impressive but the looming paper factory in the distance really killed the view.
I cut it outta the pic above, but you can still kinda see it.
Afterward, we went to the market there – the oldest market in all of Canada, evidently – so Sara could have her first poutine.
That, she enjoyed.
Her: Wait, so poutine is just French fries with gravy and cheese?
Me: Looks that way. (trying it) This is pretty gross and delicious.
Her: Yes.
The market was pretty nice and probably the nicest part about our visit there.
The rest of the town was pretty sparse, like this mostly empty mall which was decidedly creepy.
Me: Although I think this is the same situation back in the states.
Her: Yup. Malls are definitely dying out.
While we were there, we realized that her forever nemesis – birds – were following her.
Waiting.
When we got back to the ship, I was on a carb and cheese kick, so we promptly got a pizza.
Afterward, we went out to check out the outdoors areas of the ship; something we didn’t get a chance to check out at all previously because it was so cold and dark.
Although, it was just as cold except it was bright.
Still, it was nice to essentially have the run of the outdoor areas to ourselves.
We didn’t do much the rest of the night; she went to catch a show by herself while I went to get some reading and writing done.
I did catch part of another show myself and I may have also had a salad, a double burger…
…and an enormous foot long hot dog topped with a Reuben (pastrami, sauerkraut, and Swiss) plus a beer.
My 50s are exciting times, lemme tell ya.
Location: my place with five kids, four adults, six beers, one bottlea rum, one pizza, and 70 dumplings
Mood: grinding
Music: just been at the wrong party (Spotify)
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