Oh how I missed the sweet, soft, cool fog!

There was nothing quite as welcome as that thick bank of fog we drove into as we returned to Saint John from our week in Southern Ontario. Yes, read it again, I am glad to see the fog!

While everyone here in Saint John was grumbling about the gray mist, I was melting in 30+ degree heat in Ottawa and missing my fog. I think there’s nothing quite as nasty as being too hot, and Ottawa was too hot! And to the thousands of you who think I’m crazy just look at it this way – when it’s too cold you can put a sweater on. When it’s too hot – well there are only so many layers you’re able to ditch before the local authorities get anxious.

Heat aside we did have a great vacation – I got to tour around the St. Lawrence River with my father on his boat (and beside it on a scooter, where I was almost caught in a freak hail-storm), my partner got to visit friends of ours in Toronto. I spent Canada Day in Ottawa with my sister (sorry Saint John, but our capitol really does have you beat for this holiday) and saw really awesome fireworks from an island in the middle of the river behind Parliament Hill. I attended my first Buddhist ceremony (my mother’s wedding) and had a fantastic time drinking and dancing with my family (my 88 year old grandmother was the queen of the dance floor). And we topped it all off with a fabulous dinner in Riviere du Loup at a place called Restaurant le Saint Patrice and a visit to Le Parc des Chutes, which was spectacular lit up in the early evening. A note on the restaurant – half Italian half French cuisine, I cheated on the gluten-free thing and had a seafood pizza which was well worth the consequences!

And now I’m back in my beloved Saint John, and up until this morning was surrounded by beautiful fog. Today it’s 24 and sunny – guess it’s a day to have lunch on an Uptown patio and plan which Salty Jam concerts to check out this evening!