St. John: A lil' piece of Europe

Mom and I had lunner in St. John, New Brunswick. We drove in without expectations. I mean, who has ever heard of St. John?

It was more than adorable. It was adorriftastic. Some of the greatest brownstones I've seen on the whole trip, and adorable shops:



We've been firmly committed to eating seafood with every meal since arriving in the Atlantic region; last night in Bangor, it was lobster and scallops. Lunch in St. John was scallops, mussels, and fish. I'm feeling very proteined.

Also seen in New Brunswick, in honor of my dad, Johnny Law:



Tonight we're in a hotel in Amherst, Nova Scotia. We walked around looking for a beer [me] and dessert [mom] and it started pouring on us. I didn't get beer, but we got cheesecake to go and now we're sitting in our hotel, eating and watching a TV show about bridal dresses. Our B&B for the night fell through, so we're in a hotel which is certainly... roofed. Rolling with the punches here.

So, here we are in Canada. Speed limits posted in Kilometers per hour ("Oh, you can drive 110! Doesn't that seem fast?"), all the signs in both English and French. We both try and say every sign in French. Good thing they're not too defensive about linguistic purity.

It's fun to see Canadian license plates everywhere, though we have yet to see a Newfoundland license plate. Eek.