The Rock? Yes b’y!

What better way to mark my first Canadian Thanksgiving back on home soil, than to hang with family on ‘the Rock’ b’y? Yes, a visit to Newfoundland was long overdue and I was looking forward to rekindling my relationship with the east coast.

Rewinding for a moment, nearly fifteen years ago I got serious about my ‘half-Newf’ status and trekked east all the way from from Vancouver Island. I had fantastic memories of visiting Newfoundland as a child, and always had a heart for ‘the Rock’. So, Memorial University of Newfoundland called and off I went. The two driving factors for “studying” so far away from home were:

  1. Reacquainting with more distant east coast family; and
  2. Getting my angsty teenage self as far away from parents as possible (sorry Mom, Dad)! Freeeeeeedommmmmmm!
Halloween 2017.

Without an overshare, it was a crash and burn year. I returned home two semesters later smelling of screech (don’t ask) and decked out in all pink thanks to a pesky red sock that snuck into the wash and discoloured everything I owned. I arrived back on the west coast with an abysmal transcript and some explaining to do.

The good news is that if I was an academic stock I’d be an excellent buy. I went on to finish an associate’s degree, journalism undergrad and master of science with distinction, and even taught at a university in Calgary.  Trust me, nobody is as shocked as I am. The bad news is that I always regretted my behaviour that year and I think something deep inside me felt that going back to Newfoundland meant facing a dark chapter from my past.

It turns out that in returning to ‘the Rock’ so many years later, the only regret I faced was that I had been gone for so long. It was magical! Newfoundlanders embody the perfect hosts — kind, welcoming, and gut-wrenchingly hilarious. God, did I laugh!

One of the many highlights of the trip was visiting a small fishing village called Twillingate. We picked wild blueberries and marveled at the hauntingly beautiful seaside cliffs. I have absolutely no facts to back this up, but I swear this is where The Shipping News was written — it’s so remote and lends itself perfectly to quiet creativity.

In contrast to the quaint charm of Twillingate was St. John’s, the capital of the small but mighty province. I fell back in love with the bold colours, stunning views, and salty air.

If you haven’t had a chance to visit ‘the Rock’, I absolutely suggest it. It takes forever to get there, but you genuinely feel like you’re in another world. The history is unparalleled for our country, and given hundreds of years of isolation the culture has developed in such a deep and inspiring way. It’s a beautiful, fun place and I hope to travel back again next summer to continue catching up on lost time!

BRB just doing stuff for a bit k?

x V

 

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4 Comments

  1. Great photos Verity. It’s something that’s been on our bucket list for years. If only our grandchildren didn’t live in the opposite direction:)

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