Not the music, but the food. Often fresh and homemade, treat yourself to blueberry, raspberry and the local bakeapple (or cloudberry) and partridgeberry (related to the cranberry). I don’t have a picture of the jams because I ate them all.
I’d never stayed in a Bed & Breakfast before Newfoundland, and now I’m totally sold. Granted, we were the youngest couple at each stop by 20-30 years. But, we met many lovely Canadian couples and enjoyed staying in cozy, homey, personal spaces.
7. Quaint Towns
Trinity, Brigus, Twillingate and more…undoubtedly, there are many equally charming towns that we were not able to visit in our two weeks, but these alone are enough to fill you up on cuteness for a good long while.
I’d read up on Newfoundland prior to the trip, so was well aware of the long history of human settlement — from Maritime Archaic Indians to Beothuks (pronounced “Bee-AWE-thuck”), the latter sadly now extinct from conflict, disease and starvation, to Norseman/Vikings, to more modern Europeans from Spain, France, Ireland, England, Basque country, Portugal and probably more — the history is varied and fascinating. L’Anse aux Meadows is the site of the first European settlement (c. 1000 AD by the Vikings; Cupids is the site of the first successful modern English settlement in North America (c. 1620); Marconi received the first trans Atlantic wireless message there; Amelia Earhart started her non-stop trans Atlantic flight from here; the Titanic’s SOS call was received here; and Gander played host to several thousand stranded travelers–the majority Americans–on 9/11. History is thick enough to slap you in the face.
Lakes? It’s gotta have Minnesota beat. Trees? So dense you can’t see through them, and they make great wind breaks. Rocks? Literally some of the oldest rocks on the planet. If you go, do me a favor and yell “Sideways Rocks!” every time you see a rock formation where the rocks are flipped up vertically.
You thought Canadians were friendly? Newfoundlanders make the rest of Canada seem like the most miserable place on earth (isn’t that Moldova?). Granted, most of our interaction were with individuals in the tourism industry, but nonetheless, everyone was genuinely interested in our experience of Newfoundland and always had a kind word for us.
As I was standing outside this fish shed in Twillingate, the owner (70-something Melvin Horwood), who as a reputation for greeting visitors, showing them his “museum” (a collection of pens, pins, and trinkets sent by visitors from around the world) greeted us and invited us in for a chat.