We loved driving back into St John’s. The landscape is dynamic, strong with the strength of rock and water forged in glacial times. We loved the diversity of the island’s natural panoramas. Sad as we were to finish our tour, it was a pleasure to come home again to our Newfie family.
We spent our last day trawling shops and galleries with Sandy. What a treat! We have been delighted by the crafty, arty and literary bent of the locals.
Our first stop was to visit Constance in her home where she had been hanging an Australian flag all week in honour of our visit! A vibrant woman of a proud 73 years who spent a decade, not so long ago, backpacking the world including 3 years all around Australia where she would return to in a blink. Plenty of conversation and laughter as she plied us with the ‘best soup in the world’ followed by an enormous slab of lemon meringue pie, and numerous books….thanks Constance, loved the meeting.
And thanks to you Sandy for so enriching our visit with your thoughtful attention to detail… Jerry Evan’s prints were inspiring (check them out) and especially the chai tea at the Sheraton, and your gifts
We would like to share this poem Sandy wrote on the eve of our departure :
I will miss the wordsmith
wrapped in a blue blanket
from my bed.
silent, cool and rich
like forest moss.
I will miss the painter
in rainbow headband
Ariel’s child mischief and mirth
who takes my hand
upon the mottled rock.
I will miss these women
of half-full glasses.