On the Atlantic

I'm here just hanging out here in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean.

Seriously.

The infamous "Caribou" has moved up a class and installed WiFi. My saving grace. I cannot sleep so I'm resorting to blogging. Not that, you know, blogging is something that needs to be resorted to.

Now just a few hours from home, I'm finally getting a chance to reflect upon this cross-Canada roadtrip. In a way it's been more comfortable than the trip from east to west because we kind of know what is waiting for us across the Atlantic. But going home, while an exciting return to the familiar, is also slightly frightening because there are realities to deal with there that I haven't had to directly deal with for awhile.

I was supposed to be in this position last night, but of course Craig and I missed the ferry. Two days in Halifax and still couldn't make it to the boat on time. Those of you who know us are not surprised.

There have been lots of laughs and drugs along the way. Prescription drugs, that is. For the puppies, that is. Winnie was scared out of her wits every time the car was in motion - but we were thankful that she was at least quiet about it. Winston, on the other hand.... Well lets just say he was a happy puppy after we fed him the "magic cheese" as we tend to refer to it. There was only so long I could keep the block of cheese in the glove compartment before it went moldy, but it saved us quite a bit of frustration. Stuffing that little, yellow quarter-of-a-pill into a tiny piece of marble cheese brought us infinite pleasure. Particularly when only seconds after ingestion Winston's piercing whines turned into yawns. Peace. Don't worry, the vet was the one who suggested this so he's doing A-Ok.

Except now I'm worried about the little youngins' down in the car because they wouldn't do their business before we left. Puppies have small bladders. Who knows what kind of sights we'll see upon docking.

Canada day was one of my favourite moments of this trip. We were in Winnipeg and after going to a huge festival at "The Forks" we ate Korean for the first time with one of our dear Canadian coworkers that we met in Korea. Also we went to a party with a bunch of her friends and got to hear a great little bluegrass band and see some of the best crappy fireworks ever. We stayed with her at her house and got to spend some QT. It was great because she was the first in-Korea-Canadian-friend we've seen since our return.

We were all over dt Halifax. We spent two nights there and went to this great little pub with excellent live music. Not to mention lots of Mexican food and Cora's. Mmm fine dining.

Stayed at a bunch of nice hotels and a couple sketchy ones. We like to balance things out that way. Ate at a bunch of nice restaurants and several sketchy ones, too.

I'm not entirely sad to see the end of this journey, though. We've been beating around for nearly two weeks with two small puppies. That's not easy considering one is not 100% trained and dogs are territorial and into routine. It will be good to let them flake.

So home sweet home, here I come! It's been awhile.

Peace out from the Atlantic.