(As my Grandmother used to say)

Well, we’re back. A day earlier than we thought we were going to be home, because I can’t read itineraries, apparently.

We had a fantastic time in Newfoundland. I’m exhausted, sad to leave Canada, but happy to be home. The cats missed us terribly, I think. Well, Crookshanks did. Phoebe just scarfed down her food, and meowed to go outside. ‘Shanks hasn’t left our side since we got home.

We took tons of photos, and I’ll post the highlights once I have a chance to sort through them all. I tried to send out as many postcards as I had time for, but some might not come for another day or so, since I just mailed a bunch of them from the boat Wednesday night/Thursday morning. They probably went out in the post from Cape Breton.

Now I have to shift my brain to get ready for school in a couple of weeks. Argh. After traveling about 3000 miles (round trip) I don’t want to think about much of anything, really.

Anyone who has a chance to see Newfoundland, though, should take the opportunity. It’s absolutely beautiful and wonderful. Long live The Rock.