I have returned from the land up north. New Scotland they call it. (Nova Scotia to those in-the-know and to those with a penchant for fine smoked salmon.)
It was much like I imagined. Beautiful, windswept beachfronts abounded, each more serene than the next.
Fried fish and seafood was the meal du jour, every jour.
The above platter, laden with batter-encased haddock, crispy fried local clams, seared fresh scallops and a heaping portion of golden brown fries was certainly a sight to behold - even if I wasn't woman enough to scarf down the whole thing. God bless the lack of portion control at the MicMac Bar and Grill.
And how could I not be enchanted by an evening of carousing with genuine maritimers at the Halifax Mooseheads ice hockey game, downing a couple of Alexander Keith's Red Amber Ales while natives belted out odd seafaring chants at the top of their lungs?
Then there was the sweet, sticky goodness of authentic Nova Scotia maple syrup.
A solid drizzle or two of this stuff and even a tire could qualify as brunch material.
Then there was the picture-perfect lighthouse.
Pretty, ain't it? Supposedly, this vista - Peggy's Cove - is the most photographed spot in all of Canada.
Hmmm. Well, it is mighty spectacular. But after spending time in Halifax, I've come to know one thing about Canadians. Peggy's Cove may be the most picturesque location in the country, but nothing truly says "Canada" more than the scene below...
God bless Tim Horton's, Canada's answer to Starbucks and Dunkin' Donuts all rolled into one. (And let me just say that the Maple-Glazed Donut was yummy!)