Halifax, Nova Scotia

When we woke up this morning and looked out onto our veranda, we were greeted with the remnants of the sunrise, with the almost full moon shining above the horizon. Such a lovely way to start the day.

At 9:20, after a hearty breakfast, we embarked on a shore excursion that took us to the Citadel, Peggy’s Cove, The Fairview Lawn Cemetery, (where some of the people who perished in the Titanic disaster are buried). and finished the day with a visit to the Halifax public gardens.

The Citadel has 4 fortifications that were constructed after the city was founded in 1749. There is a 30′ wide moat around the Citadel that has prevented any attacks during the wars. The Citadel was strategically important, as it guarded the Halifax Harbor and the Royal Navy Dockyards.

We boarded our bus again and off we went to visit Peggy’s Cove, which is nestled along the shores of St. Margaret’s Bay. The cove is a small fishing community and is one of Canada’s most popular tourist spots.

Only 35 residents live in the cove during the summer with 30 residing there during the winter months. The cove has everything needed to support their lives..a church, a school, a general store, and of course, fish and lobsters!!

The lighthouse at Peggy’s Cove is the most photographed of lighthouses, and it truly makes for a beautiful photo with the rocks that have been smoothed by the winds and the sea crashing below. Many people have perished on the black rocks below the lighthouse because a rogue wave can arise suddenly and sweep anyone who is foolish enough to try to navigate the rocks, to their death. Our guide reiterated many times… Don’t go on the black rocks!!!

One thought as to how the name Peggy’s Cove came about, was when a young child, the only survivor of a ship wreck, was rescued. She was subsequently adopted by a family living at the cove and they named her Peggy, and thus, the area became known as Peggy’s Cove. Others think the cove got its name because it is right off St Margaret’s Bay, and Peggy is a nickname for Margaret. Who knows what the true story is.

(Sadly, right near Peggy’s Cove in the entrance to St. Margaret’s Bay, was where on September 2, 1998, Swiss Air flight 111 crash landed killing all 229 souls onboard. The flight took off from JFK – its final destination being Geneva, Switzerland, when an onboard fire caused the plane to plunge into the sea. Ships, warships, aircraft, and submarines came from all over the world to aid in the retrieval of bodies and plane parts. The largest plane part that was discovered was the size of a dinner plate. That’s how enormous the devastation was. Additionally, two paintings by Picasso were on the plane and were never found. There is a monument marking the tragedy on the shore nearby.)

The Cove houses many artists and a famous one, William deGarth, not only painted beautiful watercolors of the sea, but he decided at the age of 70 to become a sculptor, and he created a mural carved in the huge granite stone that was in front of his home.

The work depicts thirty-two fishermen and their wives and children with the wings of St. Elmo, the patron saint of fisherman, protecting them. It also features the image of little Peggy, who deGarthe believed gave her name to the village.

We had a nice bowl of chowder at the Sou’Wester, a restaurant in Peggy’s cove that overlooks the water. The chowder was hearty, but the bowl was rather small and we would have enjoyed having a bit more. The meal ended with a slice of gingerbread cake doused with a generous spoonful of lemon sauce.

Walking around the cove on this beautiful day was wonderful, with the sun shining on our faces, the balmy winds at our backs, and the beauty of the sea right in front of us. It was a lovely place to visit.

The next stop on the tour wasn’t as joyful. The Fairview Lawn Cemetery holds the graves of 121 victims of the Titanic. The graves are arranged in four lines on a sloping hillside within the cemetery. The majority of headstones are small black-granite grave markers with the name of the person buried there and the date…April 15, 1912. Also inscribed on the grave markers is the number assigned to the victim when their body was recovered from the sea.

Some of the graves were nameless as the bodies were never identified, but recently, with the help of DNA, a few bodies were able to be identified and their names were inscribed on the front side of the marker. There was also a larger grave marker for the tomb of an unknown child who perished. It was a somber visit.

We then went to the Halifax Botanical Gardens, established in 1867. The garden is an example of a Victorian garden and most all of the plants and flowers were in bloom, including the dahlia and rose gardens. It was pleasant to stroll around and see the beautiful niches and flower beds that had been created.

Then it was back to the ship where, as we set sail, our captain told us that because of circumstances beyond anyone’s control, we would not be having a day at sea tomorrow but instead would be visiting Sydney in Nova Scotia, instead of visiting L’Anse aux Meadows in Newfoundland on the following day. There was a problem that arose with the pier in L’Anse aux Meadows and we would not be able to dock there.

We finished the day eating at the World Cafe with Lisa, John and a new friend Barbara, dining on sushi and surf and turf. Afterwards Allan and I decided to go to the show Duets in the theater, and were entertained by four singers serenading us with famous songs that became hits when two iconic singers sang them like… I’ve Got You Babe by Sonny and Cher, Streisand and Diamond’s rendition of You Don’t Bring Me Flowers Anymore, and Travolta and Olivia Newton John singing You’re the One That I Want. It was a little chilly in the theater, but cozy blankets were provided, so I snuggled under one of them and enjoyed the show.

It was a lovely day!

The guard at the Citadel

The lighthouse at Peggy’s Cove

The mural carved in granite

Fairview Lawn cemetery

The grave of an unknown child

The botanical garden

A day at sea

The day started out early with a rocking ship. I was a tad queasy so wasn’t interested in breakfast, but I rested on a chaise at the pool and after awhile I went for a bowl of congee and felt much better. (Chi…I didn’t put yogurt in it😂.). The waves were quite something all day, but after my initial queasiness, I was fine.

We read for awhile and then had lunch watching the dolphins that were following our ship. What a sight to see as they dove in pairs along side us.

In the afternoon we went to a port talk about Halifax, where we will be touring tomorrow. The port of Halifax was very important during many wars.

December 6, 1917 saw one of the greatest disasters in Canadian history, when the ship the SS Mont-Blanc, a French cargo ship carrying explosives, collided with the the SS Imo, a Belgian Relief vessel outside the Halifax harbor. The resulting explosion, devastated the north end of Halifax, killing approximately 2,000 people and injuring about 9,000. It was the largest artificial explosion before the use of nuclear weapons.

Interestingly,  significant aid came from Boston, Massachusetts in an effort to help revive the devastation of the homes and businesses as well as to help the families who lost loved ones. To this day, every Christmas, the government of Halifax sends a lighted Christmas tree to Boston to be erected in the town square, as a thank you to for all the aid they sent.

We had drinks with Lisa and John and then went to the Chef’s Table for dinner (menu below). This restaurant pairs wine with each course and the meal was…interesting. The ahi tuna appetizer was delicious, but I wasn’t a fan of the beef dish, as the chef served it roasted with cumin and other herbs. The cumin was overpowering and I just don’t think cumin and beef go well together, so I didn’t eat it. The wines however were very nice.

We again watched a beautiful sunset and all in all, it was a very relaxing day.

We are looking forward to touring Halifax tomorrow.

Leaving NYC

We traveled through the maze of traffic in NYC with our travel companions Lisa and John, as our fearless van driver navigated the crowded streets of Manhattan, on our approach to Pier 90, where our ship, The Viking Saturn, was docked.

Check-in was very efficient at the pier and since we arrived around 11 am, there weren’t many people presenting their boarding passes and passports, so before we knew it, we were onboard our ship, for our Canada, Greenland, and Iceland adventure.

We were immediately escorted to an emergency station, the place we would flock calmly to if the captain deemed it necessary to abandon ship, This area is where further instructions would be imparted to us and we would don life jackets and board a second means of transportation, aka “the lifeboat”. They served us champagne as we, the captive audience, listened intently to the instructions. (Somehow, I don’t think in the event of a real emergency, we would be guzzling champagne while scrambling into the life boats, but it was a nice touch.)
After that enlightening session, we had a lovely lunch in the World Cafe and afterwards, we explored the ship a bit, and then went to our cabin where our luggage was awaiting us.

At around 5, we met Lisa and John for drinks on deck 7, so that we could watch the ship’s departure from port. I wanted to see the Statue of Liberty, and there was some confusion as to what side we should be sitting on…port or starboard… for the best view. The crew tried to be helpful, but no one knew the definitive answer, so we decided to stay starboard, and we weren’t disappointed. We sailed past lady liberty in all her glory, with the sun right behind her, and as always, it was a magnificent site to behold.

We then went to ‘The Restaurant’ (that’s really the name of the restaurant) for dinner and had a nice meal with Lisa and John while watching the sun set.
After dinner we walked the upper deck in search of the super blue moon that was going to be shining in the night sky, but some wispy clouds were occluding it and we couldn’t see it very clearly. The evening was balmy with a lovely breeze, but we were tired and decided it was time for bed.
Once back in bed, however, I decided that I really wanted to check out that super blue moon again, because after all, it happens once in a blue moon, so I went back to deck 8 by myself in my PJ’s, and I was rewarded with seeing it cloud free. The picture I took doesn’t do it justice.
Then it was back to the cabin for a good night’s sleep, as the Saturn cruised the Atlantic Ocean, making its way to Halifax, Canada.
Tomorrow will be a day at sea.

It’s Five O’Clock Somewhere

Allan and I are always saying “It’s five o’clock somewhere, so we might as well pour a glass of wine.” And we do. But now I’m beginning to think we might have a problem. A magazine article that I was reading the other day cited a statistic concerning wine consumption in the United States and it was pretty scary. According to the Wine Market Council, the average person consumes almost three gallons of wine in a year.

Even though we knew the calculations wouldn’t be good…we did the math and our worst fears were realized. We can easily down one gallon of Cabernet in a MONTH, and that’s not taking into consideration the nights we are with friends when the evening tally can go up exponentially!!

Those Wine Council statistics are so unbelievable…I think I might have to pour myself another glass.

Phausis reticulata

One evening, when we lived in North Carolina, we went to DuPont Forest in Transylvania county (where they also filmed The Hunger Games) and saw Phausis reticulata…also known as Blue Ghost fireflies.   
 
The fireflies are indigenous to the area and they only can be seen for about a month each year…and then they are gone.  It was a little scary being in the forest where the bears roam, in the pitch black of night, to see these little critters, but it was well worth it.  
 
The show started out slowly with a few blue ghosts hovering about, but then really got amazing at around 10 pm when hundreds of them appeared, hovering over the forest floor about two feet off the ground.  Their lights do not blink on and off like the fireflies we are familiar with, but rather stay on for quite some time until they go out…only to be recharged and lit up a few seconds later.  And why do they appear at this time of year?  It is mating season for the ghost fireflies.  The little females have no wings…so they can’t fly away…making them easy pickins’ for the males. 
 
In order not to blind other observers in the area, we were asked to carry flashlights covered with red paper.  I was thinking that the males might mistake our flashlights for flying bordellos in a red light district and forget their task at hand, but hopefully, the mating season was as productive as ever and next year we will observe the fruits of their labor. 

The Clothing Drop

Allan and I have been going through our clothes and putting aside the ones that don’t fit anymore.  We pile them in boxes and take them off to Good Will.

Many years ago, I did exactly the same thing only instead of going to Good Will, I dropped them off at one of those clothing drops that usually stand in parking lots. This one happened to be at a local Catholic church and unfortunately, as I dropped the clothing into the box…the car keys that I was holding in my hand, went along for the ride.

Ken, who was about 11 years old at the time, was with me and we ran over to the rectory, hoping to find someone who might have the keys to open the bin.  A priest came to the door and when I told him of my plight he bellowed “OH GOD!!!”

The priest had yelled “Oh God” with such conviction, that I stood there on his doorstep for a few seconds thinking he obviously had an “in” with The Almighty and the door to the clothing bin would miraculously be springing open any second.

No such luck.

The priest said he didn’t have any key and didn’t know what to do.  Ken said “I know what to do, Mom,” and off he ran back to the bin.

Before I knew it, Ken was diving head first into the box.  I got there just in time to prevent losing my car keys AND a child to a clothing drop.  I grabbed his legs and held on while the rest of his body was swallowed up by the bin.  He rummaged around and suddenly I heard the muffled cry “I found them!!!”

The priest was astounded at the cleverness of my son.  I was just thankful that his vaccinations were all up to date.

Let the good times roll….

Have you ever noticed when you use a powder room in a friend’s home, that very often, the toilet tissue is rolled the opposite way from the way you put it on the holder in your own home?

I was thinking about this the other day when I changed the tissue. Here are the pros and cons as I see it for each way tissue could be put on the holder:

Tissue coming from over the top:

Pros:
1. Tissue comes off quickly
2. Looks nice…you can even fold the top piece into that little triangular shape like many hotels love to do

Cons:
l. Wind up pulling way too much tissue off at one sitting.
2. Very easy for a cat to whack the top of the roll and pull the tissue down all over the floor dragging it into your hallway and down the stairs.

Tissue coming from underneath:

Pros:
1. Amount of tissue is automatically regulated
2. Saves on having to run out to the store to buy toilet tissue

Cons:
1. Doesn’t look as pretty on the holder.
2. If someone has pulled it down too far and doesn’t roll it backup again, your bathroom can look untidy.

Allan and I used to travel back and forth from North Carolina to Connecticut on a fairly regular (no pun intended) basis, I had become acquainted with MANY bathroom toilet dispensers all along Interstate 81. Most of them function as you would hope and you can take as much TP as needed. Others, however, seem to have a little locking mechanism on the holder itself…limiting you to approximately two squares of tissue. That is really annoying. Usually you haven’t checked the dispensing system of the holder after entering the stall and you find yourself pushing the paper over the top and under about 20 times, while balancing on your legs over the bowl. If nothing else, your quadriceps get a great work out!! And sometimes you are all set to grab a handful of tissue only to find out…there’s none left!!! That’s really annoying since usually when you realize it, your neighbor in the next stall has just left the building and you have to now resort to furiously looking through your pocketbook for that Kleenex you blew your nose into awhile ago. (Hey…com’on…I know you’ve done that too!)

When we traveled to Russia we had to bring our own toilet tissue because what the hotels and public bathrooms supplied was the equivalent of industrial grade sandpaper and for the pampered American tush, that was a bit too much. But then we went to Africa where there WAS NO toilet paper in the public bathrooms…but that was the least of your problems since there was NO TOILET EITHER. You straddle the hole and pray that you have some of those used Kleenex stuffed somewhere in your pockets.

So even though the pros and cons for how you insert the tissue on the holder number the same, I prefer the tissue coming from underneath. Probably, because “underneath” is where it’s put to the best use!

Hung

Years ago, we were out to dinner with friends and with some folks we had never met before, and the topic of conversation turned to TV shows.  We all have Netflix and we were comparing notes about our favorite shows.

“There’s a great show called ‘Hung’ on HBO”, one of the new guys offered.  And then he lowered his voice a little and said, “And ‘Hung’ is exactly what you think it’s about”.

I’m thinking to myself…a show about people swinging from nooses? Geez…doesn’t sound like something I’d hang around for…no pun intended…but I said, “Oh thanks for the recommendation.  We’ll check it out”.  Then he told us about the show ‘Dexter’…which is apparently about a serial killer.  While he was trying to think of other shows to recommend… I was frantically trying to remember if I had already mentioned my last name or where I lived to him!

Another guy entered the discussion and our new friend said, “You really have to watch ‘Hung’!  And, once more, he lowers his voice and says,  “And it’s exactly what you think it’s about!”  Again, I’m envisioning the gallows.

Someone volunteered, “Oh yeah. ‘Hung”.  That’s the show about the gigolo.  It’s hilarious!!”

And then I got it.  HUNG.   Talk about an Aaaahaaa moment!

Now they were all on a roll and started raving about another show ‘Weeds’.  I’m thinking…those pesky green things in the soil that you spray Weed B Gone on?

And then…

I had another Aaaahaaa moment!!!

Secret Codes

A dead carrier pigeon was found in a London house chimney with a note attached to its leg.  Researchers believe that the note was a coded message from World War II and that the pigeon was no doubt returning from Nazi occupied France during the June 1944 D-Day invasion.  Apparently, messages carried by pigeons were frequently dispatched across the Channel during the blackouts to give updates on the invasion. Only the most sensitive messages would have had such a complex code and as of yet, no one has been able to decipher it.  The message has now been handed over to Bletchley Park in England which houses the National code center and tries to decipher these kind of messages.  They will try to unravel the message using World War II logbooks.  Here’s the message:

AOAKN HVPKD FNFJW YIDDC
RQXSR DJHFP GOVFN MIAPX
PABUZ WYYNP CMPNW HJRZH
NLXKG MEMKK ONOIB AKEEQ
WAOTA RBQRH DJOFM TPZEH
LKXGH RGGHT JRZCQ FNKTQ
KLDTS FQIRW AOAKN KNTIM


I’ve started to decipher the code myself…and I think I have made good progress.  So far I have:

“Help…I’m being held captive in a pigeon coop!”