Across Newfoundland (ss10)

Landed in St. John's yesterday and have been exploring Kilbride while we wait for aunt Mildred's wedding to start. If so many as one person makes a joke about my aunty marrying a guy from a place called Kilbride I'll kill them. This considered the wedding is on their back lawn, the suburb of Kilbride is about as flat as Newfoundland gets, it is profoundly dull here with almost nothing to distinguish it from anywhere else. There is room for a fairly large wedding given how far apart the houses are here. Steve insisted we stop by the house we're renting until the wedding's over and pack the gremlin before our hasty exit from the after party. Mom doesn't know we have plans to see Newfoundland before we head back home. The plan is basically to see Cape Spear which is the furthest east you can get in North America, the strategic sight of fortifications at Signal Hill, where fortifications have stood since the seventeen hundreds. We also heard a song by the Arrogant Worms about some weird place names and Steve is getting all bent out of shape about wanting to go all the way to Fogo for some screech.

 this is our touring car, it sucks.

Oh well. I'll update again when we're on the road.