On the Rock

This weekend just gone I flew to St. John's, the capital of Newfoundland province.  I went with my friend (and neighbour) Leighann for an Xmas shopping trip and some sightseeing.  We had a great time, St. John's is such a beautiful city, right on the water it is the oldest city in North America.  The crooked, hilly streets are lined with adjoining colored houses, downtown is full of quirky little stores and you can smell the salt air and the fuel from the fishing boats.  We drove up Signal Hill and took photos of the view and a giant black Newfoundland dog, he had an enormous glum face and was so hairy.  We also ate out at some very trendy restaurants downtown and had a massage and pedicure at the Spa at the Monastery.

On Sunday morning I ate a Newfie breakfast of fish cakes, eggs and toast and we took a walk along Battery Road, checking out the houses set into the rock of 'the island' as it is known.  We were very fortunate with the weather as St. John's is known for being rainy and wet but we had sunshine and clear skies for all three days we were there. On our return to Lab City we found that the snow fall from Friday had melted and the grass is still green.  Stay away snow!

The city of St. John's NL from Signal Hill

A typical street in downtown St. John's

Newfoundland dog on Signal Hill