Fall in St. John’s, NL

Colourful houses in a quiet seaside town

Faced winding quaint streets and punishing-looking hills for a girl who was thinking she would fit in some long-distance running between meetings.

Fred’s Records, Chris’ Cookies, Elaine’s Books, and O’Brien’s Music.

Homey east coast pub

Running up the signal hill in the middle of the night to take blurry photos in the fog

Made my way down a winding moor goat path in the pitch black… hesitated once I got far enough that I thought better of it and turned back.

Don’t worry about sounding professional. Sound like you. There are over 1.5 billion websites out there, but your story is what’s going to separate this one from the rest. If you read the words back and don’t hear your own voice in your head, that’s a good sign you still have more work to do.

Black fox who followed me

More than anything I made sure not to put myself in a position where I would get screeched in .. a musty frozen fish kissed by thousands of drunk travellers…but I secretly think I would have loved it. Glad I saved that one for next time.

The fog. Like a scene from another land.

With little time to spare, I did a last wander up and down Duckworth St., and managed to blunder my way into Toslow Espresso + Natural Wine Bar. The first time I found a cafe with an enviable view of the harbour. Two story, quaint, cutesy fun coffee shop, with plenty of nooks, an adorable selection of S.W.A.G. and beautiful mismatched fancy china to take a hipster latté. Vintage cat memes cut on metal.

Ten minutes before I absolutely have to leave for the airport, I am taking a walk to send off a postcard to a friend, and finally, the sun breaks the clouds and the cold wind is nothing. I left with warm arms thinking gosh, maybe Newfoundland weather isn’t so bad after all.