God, I keep forgetting how much fun I have when I come home. I guess it’s why I keep coming back.

The rest of the journey was moderately uneventful — just driving through what felt like a tropical storm for the last leg, but otherwise splendid.

We’ve done all the things I do when I bring someone home to this fine province — we’ve been downtown, to Signal Hill and Cape Spear, we’ve watched whales on O’Briens and Screeched in the newbie Newfies. We’ve spent a Saturday night with the family at the cabin for a fine feed of ribs and a good and hearty singalong around a fire. We’ve swam across Three Island Pond and ate fresh fried cod (courtesy of Mom).

Tomorrow we’ll enjoy some five pin bowling, visit the Quidi Vidi Brewery, and take in the open mic night at O’Reilly’s.

A good week home, without doubt. I just need more time here — but I guess that’ll wait until next year.

Next update will be after we’re back in the states. Until then, hoist a cold one and toast good times — that’s what I’m doing!