I'm pretty much the worst blogger ever. I just don't seem to be able to write about the daily stuff on a regular basis. I'm shocked and appalled whenever I realize how rarely I do actually write. My excuse du jour is that I'm crazy busy trying to get everything together to open my own clinic. Once I'm done with that, I'm sure I'll come up with something else.
I just got back from a fabulous trip to Halifax, Nova Scotia, where I visited my friend
Jessica and her fiancé Rob. It was a great trip and I was able to see a part of the country that I have never been to before. Well, considering I've never been East of Winnipeg, Manitoba, (which I considered Eastern Canada) it's not saying much. The day I flew over was incredibly clear so I got to have a good look at the country and the varied landscape from the air. The grandeur of the Rockies, the little boxes of the prairies, the rugged rockiness of the Canadian Shield and the Great Lakes. They're some damn big lakes. I mean, I knew they were big but they're BIG. By the time the plane hit Toronto it was getting dark so I didn't get to see the rest of the country but I sure enjoyed the first half - or 3/4 or whatever.
There are a lot of Tim Hortons in Halifax. I couldn't leave without having a doughnut and while I was there I got to hear my first person order a double-double. Tee hee. In the West, we put our own sugar and cream in our coffee. I love doughnuts but I had to scrape the chocolate frosting off chocolate dip because it was so absurdly sweet.
We had a great time wandering around the city. It's a lovely place. We saw the Queen Mary II cruise ship outside their living room window for a day (HUGE!). We wandered their seawall, saw very fat pigeons eating fries, went to the Citadel, saw relics from the Titanic and the Halifax explosion in the maritime museum, strolled through a gorgeous cemetary with gravestones from 1775, saw the Pastor's silhouette in St. Paul's church window, drank beer, drank more beer, enjoyed "Barret's Privateers" performed live (see previous mention of beer), drove to Peggy's cove and saw no waves, drove to Mahone Bay and hung out with Annelise's dad for the day and made silver rings with him in his workshop, and finally drank too much blueberry ale the night before returning to BC on an early morning flight. There was plenty more stuff but that's enough for now.
So, big thanks to Jess and Rob for being great hosts and tour guides. Hooray! But if I never hear another train making steam noises, it will be too soon.