I am actually quite excited to arrive in this small town. I skip up the stairs and fling open the door of the tourist office. Instantly, I am greeted with a bubbly sounding "Bonjour!" that mirrors my own enthusiasm. The lady behind the counter holds onto her smile and continues speaking in French. I smile... Continue Reading →
The Bucket List has become a cliché, and a bucket is definitely not big enough to contain all of the places I want to go, and the experiences I wish to hold. So I have to add the Bowl list, and a few Jars Lists, which I can easily fill if I choose small enough... Continue Reading →
I take a miss steps and stubble; almost falling. I stop and look back at the root I tripped on, as if to scold it.
How many times can a person drive through a town and not stop to see what is there? Apparently, many. I am guilty. I have blown through on my way to the FUNDY NATIONAL PARK. Again on the way to the Hopewell Rocks . I spent a day looking for Semi palmate Plovers at Mary's beach last year, but... Continue Reading →
I have been to St Martin's beach in southern New Brunswick many times, it is a little over an hour from my home. I, like everyone else, stop and take photos of the two covered bridges, the lighthouse, and the fishing boats moored to the pier resting on the sea floor. Then continue on to... Continue Reading →
