Trip to Newfoundland

When I go home to Newfoundland, I go home. Everything feels right. The air is better, my body feels better, my mind feels better. Home. How all these mainlanders wander aimlessly without a place to call home is beyond me. I will never know what it feels like to not feel attached to a chunk of rock. Despite Jacob being born in Ottawa he will never feel it either. He has called himself a Newfoundlander in the past - which Jason and I are both proud of. All of those long drives have paid off. He is close with his family, he is close with his friends, in Newfoundland. He loves going home and he loves spending time with his Nan's and his Pop's. He has a worshipper (my oldest nephew) and he gets to share some big brother time with all three cousins. He could be playing Skipbo with his grandparents or looking for rocks on a beach - who could ask for more?

I wish Dad did not have any bad days (physically), I wish certain family members could experience miracles right about now, I wish my sis in law did not have to put her precious pooch down. But despite the hardships I enjoyed everyone's company. I enjoyed getting a facial at the Spa on the Monastery knowing that that Mom and my sis in law were also enjoying it, I enjoyed my nephews - I love being called Aunt Wisa, I enjoyed digging through Cramm's in Green's Harbour (I felt 5 yrs old again), I enjoyed a delicious meal of cod tongues and cheeks at the Seaside Restaurant in Trout River with my in laws, I enjoyed being woke up by the smell of Roland's trout frying in the pan, I enjoyed sleeping in, playing cards, watching Aunt Phyll laugh at Jacob, touring Meyer's Minerals, sittting outside having a conversation over beers and Sour Puss (ouch) with old friends, hearing the two funniest cousins tell stories together. I enjoyed a lot.

Coming back (I flew, lack of holidays), I sat across from Jeanne Bekker and her daughter (Fashion File, Canada's Next Top Model). I also enjoyed knowing that a fashionista from Toronto enjoys the rock as much as I do.