I think it’s pretty hard to beat being with a local when you visit a city you’ve never been to. So I feel beyond lucky to have seen St. John’s with Josh and his grandma, who is just about as quintessentially Newfoundlander as they come.
We spent the first part of the week at her house and she is pretty much the cutest woman alive and the most generous hostess. She also just so happens to be an amazing little cook and baker so it was an honour to serve as her sous-chef. I gobbled up new-to-me dishes like cod au gratin, fish and brewis and cod cakes and had no trouble accepting homemade treats after each meal.
They took me to some incredible sites; below is Cape Spear, which is the most eastern point in North America and 360 degrees of beauty.
We took a boat tour in Bay Bulls and though we had hoped to spot a whale, the birds (including eagles!) were more than enough excitement for me. Seriously how cute are puffins?! I also got screeched in on the boat tour, which is basically a little initiation if you want to call yourself a “Newfoundlander”. It involves an oath, a shot of Screech Rum and kissing a cod (luckily I got out of that part).
One afternoon when Josh’s grandma was busy we took a long trail walk on Signal Hill and it was gorgeous and nice to move a bit. I went on this trip prepared for the worst weather-wise but every day ended up being really nice. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU.
Fish and chips made a couple appearances. Oh the deep-fried goodness.
I met quite a few family friends and found myself thinking time after time “these people really are just SO. NICE.” The stereotype definitely continues to live on with good reason.
Josh and I took off for a hotel downtown for our last couple of nights. We missed spending the whole day with his grandma but it was nice to see the city from a bit of a different angle.
We ate at a small plates restaurant that absolutely wowed us, found the cutest coffee shop with a really talented pouring artist, wandered the little shops and may or may not have done a bit of bar hopping.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt so at home during a trip and I’m already thinking about when we can next visit. Thanks for all the memories, St. John’s. I really like you.
Have you ever been to Newfoundland?