We had an early airplane out of Chicago, headed for New York. The plane was on time, which was a minor miracle in and of itself. In New York, we spent the night at the famous Plaza Hotel on Central Park. We would have loved to go for a walk in the park, but discretion was the better part of valor and given the crime situation there, we stayed in. That said, the Plaza is sumptuous:
We set sail the next afternoon for Martha's Vinyard.
The weather gods were not on our side. Martha did without us, as we couldn't get the tenders launched. Onward to Boston, with the weather following. Rain. So much for Boston, we stayed onboard. No biggie, we'd been to Boston before. So onward once again, this time bound for Bar Harbor, Maine, where the weather was lovely. We visited Acadia National Park and enjoyed the beautiful views from the top of the tallest hill.
On to Canada. Next stop, Saint John, New Brunswick. We went on a "Foodie Tour" and ate our way through the downtown area. We ate cupcakes, smoked salmon, goat cheese and pecan pizza, beaver tails (pastry, not real beaver tails), a seaweed called "dulse", and drank wine. We didn't need lunch. Here's the inside of the most popular bar in town, at 11:00 a.m. They closed at 4 a.m. Resident and visiting DJ's...and they only play vinyl.
Next stop, Halifax. Neat town. We visited the Halifax Citidel where we walked the ramparts and watched the changing of the guard:
A walking tour of Sydney took us through the oldest and most historic part of town and then back to the pier, which of course displayed its own symbol:
Corner Brook offered a hiking adventure similar to the one we enjoyed on our first visit, four years ago. We were a little disappointed that we didn't get to see the ages-old, wooden water pipe again, but the hike was still enjoyable.
Then was to come the exciting part: icebergs and the Christiansund passage through Greenland. Nope. Too many icebergs for Cappy's liking and weather of an unfriendly sort once again. Now it was a day at sea and a visit to someplace French! A little cluster of islands called St. Pierre. We were welcomed warmly and lots of people hiked into town to see...not much. We stayed on board and watched the horse, who watched us, along with every car that went by. Apparently they don't see a lot of cruise ships in St. Pierre.
