Day 87 September 4, 2014
St. John’s, Newfoundland
Newfoundland and Labrador, Canada
This morning we spent time organizing, rearranging, and cleaning, and then we headed out on more fun adventures.
As we we were driving through downtown St. John’s, we passed a guy walking two goats on leashes. What up with that? Is that some kind of trend? Where does this guy live, that he’s walking his goats downtown in the city? I’m not sure goats even like cities. Too bad we couldn’t pull over and stop to talk to this guy. This bugged me for a long time, the not knowing what the story was!
I had to shake off the vision of the guy with his goats as we drove out to Cape Spear, the most easterly point in North America. Couldn’t have asked for a more beautiful day.
While exploring, we stopped to talk to a young guy walking his puppy. He told us that he bought a house just down the road. He used to be a furniture mover, and it seemed like every time he’d be moving someone, they’d tell him about how they were moving ‘cause they couldn’t stand their neighbors. So when he was able to buy his first house, he made sure he bought one as far away from anyone as he could get. Cape Spear is pretty far away from most people!
Our next stop was Signal Hill. This is the spot where Guglielmo Marconi received the first ever transatlantic wireless signal. I figure he picked this spot due to the magnificent views. If you’re gonna be sitting in one spot for a long time, waiting for someone to call you, you may as well have great views, eh?
We had the luck of the dumb with us today, as we unknowingly had ended up at Signal Hill at just the right time to enjoy the sunset and to enjoy the spectacle that is everyone cruising up there in their cool cars to strut their stuff and watch the sunset. Dumb works for us sometimes!
How would we top off our day? It’d already been so amazing. Only two things left to do so late in the day…get “screeched in” and eat dinner.
I’d met a St. John’s native back in Nova Scotia, who’d told me to go to Trapper John’s in St. John’s to get screeched in. So we did.
We drank shots of screech, kissed a big frozen cod fish on the lips, repeated some gibberish, and laughed our asses off during the 15 minute hilarious ceremony (presided over by the bartender). And so, we became honorary Newfoundlanders! We have certificates to prove it all. Proudest day of our lives!
The day ended with a fabulous meal at Yellowbelly. We ordered a simple cheeseburger pizza, not really expecting too much. But, yet another surprise…this was possibly, the best pizza I have ever had…ever!!!
We were falling in love with St. John’s.