Saint Johnny & Dildo

Lotta pictures here, just warning you. If there's
something good on TV, you haven't got time
for this. Like every good post, this one begins
with breakfast, this time in a luxe b&b in St.
John's, Newfoundland. Homemade muffins.
Homemade bakeapple and partridgeberry jam.
Eggs over easy and all the juice you need to
grease your joints for another day on the road.

Our b&b in St. John's. Billed as one of the most romantic bed
and breakfasts in Canada, Leaside Manor certainly delivers.

No, this wasn't the back door of the b&b - this was a gun turret
and bunker built into the hill at Cape Spear, Nfld. This spot
is touted as the most eastern point of land in Canada. After
this, you're swimming!

This is Alan W. Davidson's house in Newfoundland.
JUST KIDDING! This is inside the bunker.

Gorgeous picture of the waves crashing on Cape Spear.
Dave took this beauty by crawling around the fence that
was clearly marked "DANGER STAY OUT YOU DUMB
TOURISTS, LEST YOU BE CARRIED AWAY BY
ROGUE WAVES." Dave said, "well, they're obviously not
referring to me," so round the fence he went.
After an hour or so went by I started to worry.
Alan said, "No need to worry, I haven't seen his body
float out to sea, yet." Such a comfort, that Alan.

Gorgeous picture of my hunk a burning love,
the most photographed man on the internet,
according to Alan at Conversations From Land's Edge.
I tried to make the boat float out
the side of his head. Maybe next time.

Another beauty picture at Cape Spear.
This is a stunningly beautiful place.

More Cape Spear. We spent a fair bit of time there looking
out at the ocean and at St. John's and talking to Alan
Davidson. What a sweetie he is.

While I failed miserably putting a boat in Dave's head,
I did fare better putting a lighthouse in his hand.
Told you he was strong (I know, I know, smell ain't everything.)

Lighthouse/gift shop at Cape Spear. By now my bad knees
were aching too much to go up yet another hill.
Saves money when you have to walk to gift shops.

While commercial cod fishing is banned in Newfoundland,
permits are issued for personal consumption for, I think,
only one week out of the year. Above, a fine looking
gent cleans his catch in a village near St. John's.

His buddy comes along to lend a hand.

Lobster traps are a staple at most of the villages on the shore.
I was thinking they'd also be good containers for yappy
dogs and noisy children.

Love the "jelly bean" colours Newfoundlanders decorate
their homes with. A lot of the landscape is so barren it makes
sense to splash colour wherever you can. I'd love to paint
our bunkie this colour.

Some tour guide I am - this church was in a village
outside St. John's. Alan stopped here on his
touring because I just loved the statues at
the front gate.

Beauty, eh?

This is the church seen through the
old wrought iron gate. Spectacular
workmanship. Churches in the Maritimes
are usually the fanciest buildings in town
and usually found at the very top of the
highest hills.

This is the view from the post office in Torbay, Nfld.
Talk about windy! A huge gust came along and just about
blew me down the hill. No fooling!
Isn't this just as pretty as a picture? Everywhere you go,
all you see is beauty, pure simple beauty.

Speaking of beauty, our room at Leaside Manor was not at
all simple, but it was beautiful nevertheless.

Check out the heart-shaped tub. No mom, we didn't
use it. Honest.

There is a place in Newfoundland called Dildo. I swear
to God. This is the post office sign. There was also a
gift shop... I bought tons of stuff with "Dildo" on it.
You know the weirdest thing? That gift shop didn't sell
any actual dildoes. The lady at the shop said dildo actually
means "peaceful waters" in Spanish. I thought it meant
"hunk of rude plastic."

Harbour at Dildo.

More of Dildo. See? No plastic anywhere.

Dave is MY Captain Dildo!

This lighthouse is about the actual size
of our own house in Muskoka.
OK, so maybe the lighthouse is bigger.

Me and Captain Dildo in front of the Dildo gift shop.
I just realized I have a LOT of Dildo photos.
Heh. Well, wouldn't you?