Blog Every Day Feb: Day Eleven - Travel Story

Linking up with Bailey Jean for a story of travelling. Gulp.

There are a few ways this post could go. You have the option to read stories or summaries from various trips, or I could tell you a new story from different travels. Or there's "my worst experience on a plane/train/boat/bus" stories that we could all tell, but I don't know if you will laugh or cry at them, so I hesitate. 

Here are some fun highlights from time spent actually travelling:

During my junior year of high school, my class went to Italy for 10 days {I know - best school ever}. Mr. Simon was our favorite teacher, and he is from Britain, which means that his passport is a fancy red instead of the American blue. So to entertain ourselves, my friend EB and I created a short film using euros, Mr. Simon's passport, and the many layers of the seat-back in front of us. Basically EB pretended to be James Bond and open the table-tray, remove the cloth lining under it {probably not what the airline wanted us to do}, take out the British passport, and count the euros inside. Then he looked casually {Bond-like, of course} over his shoulder and put everything in his jacket pocket. Smooth.

before we left...babies!

When Dahlia and I were returning from Prince Edward Island, we were wearing matching sweaters {because in our hearts, we're like 7 years old}. As we were moving to our seats on the plane, one lady looks at us and asks "Sisters?" Now I know we were matching in our clothing apparel, but other than that, Dahlia and I do not look alike. Oh well. Tourists. ;)

Dahlia and me, not matching, not looking related ;)

Shortly after college graduation, Samara and Lois and I ventured down I-5 to Portlandia so we could watch "Frankenstein" {for the first time}. We arrived in the city and found our hotel. After a minor kerfuffle with checking in {"Tell me your confirmation number one more time please?"}, we got a key and directions to our room. Glad to have a room, we unloaded our suitcases and headed to our room. Surprise! Someone else was already in our room... well, at least someone else's belongings were in our room. Ugh. Samara went back to the front desk to kick butt and take names sort out the problem, and we had a new key to a different room very shortly. So we learned that maybe Portland is a bit more chill about hotel reservations and room-sharing and all that. Oh well. {P.S. It was on this trip that I watched my very first episode of Doctor Who!}

enjoying the fresh air before "Frankenstein"

Well, how were those for travel stories? At some point in my life I would love to create a page just for various trips...we'll see if that happens this year. 

Go visit Bailey's page for some more travel adventures!

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Travel Journal: Promises Kept

**Ok, ok, I know this post is SUPER late, but you know, life happens. Enjoy!**

There were some times in the Travel Journal that I wanted to go into more detail but didn't have the time or space. Here is the post that fleshes out some details and fulfills some promises for stories.

My two promises from Wednesday:

• finding Maud's gravesite
• the character we met at the Bideford Parish
• Bonus Story! Directions to Bideford!

Alright, first things first. While at Avonlea, our tourguide had instructed us that the cemetery was up at the first light, and since there are only 2 lights in the whole town of Cavendish, we found it pretty easily.

Now, if you go back to Wednesday's pictures, you will see the archway indicating the place of Maud's burial. However, in our sleep-deprived, high-on-Green-Gables, caffeinated-but-thankfully-not-alcoholic-Raspberry-Cordial, we drove past that arch. The road was pretty empty, both of cars and buildings. But hark! A group of people in the far corner of the cemetery! That must be it. So we parked and walked as quickly as we could down a grassy hill while still being respectful of the memorials under our feet.

By the time we parked and got down the hill, the group was gone...In fact, they were leaving the fenced-in area of the cemetery and going deeper into the woods. Strange...

Well, we wondered, how are we going to find Maud's burial site now? You'd think they'd put a marker or something... Oh, how we'd kick ourselves!

We wandered up and down the cemetery, admiring the age of some of the gravestones, and still wondering how on earth people found Maud's site without some sort of large indicator. 

Eventually we found this little sign:

We then noticed that there seemed to be a path around these headstones...lo and behold, there was Maud's grave!

A couple other tourists found the grave just before we did, but they came in from the opposite end of the cemetery. That's odd, I thought, how are people supposed to read the sign about her mother's grave when it's written on the wrong side of the path...oh. Found the path. Found the archway that marks the entrance of the cemetery. Oops. We definitely laughed at ourselves; feel free to join.

Secondly: the character we met at the parsonage. It was just about 4:30pm when we arrived. There were two young guys {way too young, Paige!} raking grass, and they did not stop when we parked. We went inside and were directed to give ourselves a tour, since we were coming later for the readings. 

After giving ourselves the tour, we decided to inquire about a nearby grocery store for some dinner. One of the guys gave us some half-hearted directions to the store {"just down this road" turns into 3 intersections. we made it by sheer luck}, where we spent a good portion of our time entertaining the teeny-bopper cashiers. Just as we were checking out, this same dude who gave us directions walked into the store! Awkward...

So we went and had dinner on the "wharf," still following the directions of this guy. We later dubbed him "the young buck" and if you ask Dahlia about it, she'll laugh just at the mention :)

After our lovely dinner, we went back to the parsonage, still a bit early. The Young Buck was still raking grass, but this time he stopped and came over to our car. Apparently he didn't remember us, because he asked, "Are you lost?"

"No," we replied, "just early."

"Oh," he said, pausing. "Where are you from?"

Now, let me paint the picture here. We are sitting in our car with the driver's door open, and he is leaning between the door and the car, hunched over so he can see us. Not the most conducive to conversation or anything else other than awkwardness.

"Seattle," we informed him, not unkindly.

"Did you drive?"

"No, we flew. That would be a loooong drive."

{Quick look behind him} "Then why do your plates say 'Novia Scotia'?"

What is this, 20 Questions!?

"It's a rental car. Those are the plates it came with."

"Oh. Have you had the tour?"

"Not really. Wanna give us a tour?"

"Oh, sure. Anything to stop raking grass."

Seriously, the rest of our conversation was this awkward and stiff. He'd ask a question and we'd answer, or he would tell us something about the house, and we would glance at each other to determine if he was pulling our legs. The other guy was inside, downstairs, and The Young Buck would tell us some fact about Maud or Canada, and we'd hear a snort or a laugh from downstairs, so we never knew if we could believe him. What a character.

 Bonus story: directions to Bideford.

First, you should know that Dahlia has a passionate love affair with gelato. Yes, it's true. So when we drove past a sign for gelato, what could we do but turn around and go get gelato? Two scoops, please.

These nice ladies handed us our gelato, and as we enjoyed it, Dahlia told me the story of how she and gelato began their relationship. {You know I love you, Dahls! And now everyone knows that you love gelato...}

After we finished, I wanted to confirm the directions to Bideford Parsonage Museum, just to be sure. So I asked one of the ladies, "How long does it take to get to Bideford {pronounced "bid-ford"}?"

The lady responded, "Bedford?"

I nodded, not knowing any different.

The lady turned and called to the other gal, "How long does it take to get to Bedford?"

The gal came over. "Bedford? Bedford, Novia Scotia?"

Dahlia and I nodded, thinking how funny it is that Canadians have all these provinces but don't know any of the towns in them.

"Oh, it takes almost three hours! You have to take the ferry. It's almost to Halifax!"

Dahlia and I looked at each other. We may not have been Canadian, but we can read a map, and Bideford was definitely on the Island.

Dahlia was the genius who solved the mystery. "It's spelled B-I-D-E-F-"

The ladies' shrieks interrupted her spelling.

"OH!!! 'Bid-eh-ford'!!!" they exclaimed. "Well, that's just 30 minutes away!"

Aha. Now we're talking about the same place.

They kindly wrote down directions, which were basically the same from our map, and off we went. I cannot speak harshly about them, because they gave us directions to the ceilidh the next day, and they made gelato. What I can say is that Dahlia and I will not be teaching "How to Speak Canadian English" anytime soon. 

Thanks for the Moral Support

Well, friends, thank you for all your support and encouragement. Samara and I have been recovering from our intruder the other day, and I think we're gonna make it. ;)

Since school has started/is starting soon {depending on your age and location}, I started thinking about my goals for this year. Am I even close to accomplishing them? Well, let's take a look-see...

Goals for 2013 {original post}:

1. Blog twice a week
2. Blog stories of depth as well as humor
3. Become healthier through adjusted food intake and increased activity
4. Travel to Prince Edward Island with Dahlia

How am I doing? *moment of soul searching...*

I'm pretty sure that I've been faithful with Numeral Uno. So far I've posted 81 times this year, which is an average of 2.18 times over the past 37 weeks of 2013. {Side note: we have approximately 15 weeks left of this year, and less than 100 days until Christmas. Gulp!}

Numeral Dos: I give myself a B on this goal. It seems that there are phases of funny stories and then a bundle of more serious thoughts... probably could go more on the serious side, but I also want to be real with what's going on in my head in the present. 

Onto Numeral Tres...this has had ups and downs. When I lived with my grandparents, it was really strong, for some obvious reasons: my grandparents spoiled me rotten let me eat what I needed and my bedroom had carpet {makes ab exercises kinder on my back}. Coming home was a little weaker. My mom cooks healthier food than my grandparents, but I wasn't exercising as much. And now that I've got my own place, I'm eating less but also exercising less. So...we're getting there. 

Y'all know about the big Numeral Quattro, but in case you've been living under a stupid rock, scroll through the archives and click on anything that says "Travel Journal." Dahlia and I went to PEI in August, and it was one of the highlights of 2013! I highly recommend it to anyone considering such a venture.

So what am I going to do for the rest of 2013? I'm going to continue blogging consistently and frequently, making sure to share my more personal thoughts as well as humorous happenings, and I'm going to implement a regular exercise routine at least twice a week.

Another goal I have for 2013 is to get fully settled into my new home. By the time 2014 rolls around, I want to have pictures on walls and boxes out in recycling. There are also a few little things that I'm looking for, and I'd love to not have a permanent mental shopping list in 15 weeks. 

Another goal I made for myself this year was to read 45 books. So far I've read 30, so Goodreads indicates that I am two books behind schedule, but what do they know? I'm in the middle of a biography of Queen Elizabeth, the Queen Mother {mum to current Queen Elizabeth II}, and I've also read a few chapters of a book about vaccines {fascinating, right??}.

No commitment here, but I would be really proud if I finished crocheting my TARDIS purse. It may or may not happen, given that it requires sewing *sigh*. But hey, this can be a dream, right?

Thanks for "listening" to my accountability report. Let's talk again in a few weeks :)

Travel Journal: Sunday

Ah, Sunday. A day of rest, a day of worship, a day of...not finding one church and ending up at another. Oh well.

Dahlia researched and found this lovely little church. We looked at the website, got directions, and hopped on our bikes. We made it to Charlottetown-check. We got on the right street, going the right direction- check. We...passed it? Missed it? Blinked for a really long time? Whatever the reason, we did not go to the church we had planned on going to. But we went to another little church; the majority of the members were over 75 years old. Oh well. It was a good service.

Remember the leftover pizza that did not get soggy? We had that for lunch in a park. It was really fun- the sun was shining, the pizza was great cold, and we had the day to relax!

We went to a few more bookstores. Dahlia found one store had an entire section devoted to Maud!

How many authors get their own section?! Only on their home island :)

We also went shopping, and omg we did something so cheesy, I can't even believe it. We bought matching sweaters...that have a patch of PEI. Yes, we're nerds. But they were so cute, and on sale, and how do you say no?? I know right- you don't! Don't worry- we'll get a picture together soon...as soon as we're together in the fall...

On our ride home, we stopped in the cemetery across from our hotel. Maud and Anne loved cemeteries, so we figured we had to walk through one, at least. {Side note: there are like five hundred cemeteries on this little island!!!} And there, off to one side, was this:

I'm sorry, but is this just a nerd-gathering!??!?! Yes and amen!

Anyway, Sabrina was on tv, so we watched I watched and Dahlia griped about how much she hates Harrison Ford....lol totes jk except not. :D

Sunday was fantastic, and we were well-rested for Monday, our last day on the Island...

Travel Journal: Saturday

Welcome back to the Travel Journal! Days are skipped and mixed up, vacations taken randomly, and this blogger sighs and rolls her eyes and attempts to remember what happened 3 weeks ago.

Thankfully, Saturday was kind of a lazy day. We had bicycles...and a headache. There may have been some jet lag going on {4 hour time difference- who are we kidding!? Of course there was jet lag!} and also I suspect some allergies/sinus pressure. TMI? Sorry. The point is, we kept it low-key until the afternoon.

After a lunch of granola bars and canned fruit {breakfast  lunch of champions, right?}, we hopped on our fun bicycles and headed to Charlottetown. What an adventure! Biking is fun because, ya know, neither Dahlia nor I have biked since we were wee lasses... otherwise known as teenagers.*ahem*

What's really fun is re-learning to bike while looking at a map. Or rather, re-learning how to stand still on the ground with a bike underneath you while looking at a map and trying not to look like a goober. Mission sorta accomplished.

Anyway, Downtown Charlottetown is quite lovely! There's a mall, a couple used-book stores, the waterfront, and oodles of yummy restaurants and cafes. Oh, and there's a basilica! A real live basilica, just like we were in Europe!



Isn't that incredible!?

Anyway, we decided to try an Italian restaurant for dinner. Best. Idea. Ever.



We didn't get a picture of the appetizer-bread because...we ate it too fast. It was The Best Focaccia Bread Ever. I think it was two inches thick, maybe three. See the black plate in the background? Oil and balsamic vinegar, baby. Heck to the yeah.

Now that you're all drooling, here's a funny story. We split a pizza and had leftovers, and just as we were heading home, a huge black cloud rolled in. Oh no, we thought, we'll be biking home in the rain. In order to avoid a soggy box of soggy pizza, I asked the nice waitress if she had a plastic bag we could put it in. Here's our conversation:

Bek: Excuse me, do you have a bag we can put this {box of pizza} in?

Waitress: Sure, here ya go.

Bek: Thanks so much. We're biking home, so...

Waitress: Oh, God-looove-ya! Have a bag!

Just got a Canadian blessing. Victory.

Thankfully, it didn't rain, so we did not have a soggy box of soggy pizza. We were very glad of this, and so celebrated by watching The Patriot. Because that's a typical Canadian movie?? Idk. Moving on.

Well, that was Saturday! Tune in tomorrow to hear about Sunday's great adventures, which include losing a church, a picnic, and more Cows ice cream! :)

Travel Journal: Friday

{Be sure you're up-to-date! Read the Travel Journal for Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday!}

Three goals for Friday: locate The Guild theater for the show in the evening, walk on Singing Sands, and return the rental car... another mode of transportation was also on our list, but if nothing came up, we had our feet. :)

In order to accomplish Goal One, we drove to Downtown Charlottetown. It's really, really cute! But it was slightly drizzling and we were tired and there was no parking and THERE'S THE THEATER but now we have to turn around and park and buy a bus pass maybe and ei yi yi.

Long story short, we parked and went to a pharmacy to a) purchase bus passes and b) inquire about renting bicycles. Both were accomplished, and we were soon setting off to find McQueen's Bike Shop, located "about 4 blocks down Queen Street."

Let me tell you, those Canadians are sweet and friendly, but distance-estimating isn't their thing. We went about 5 blocks and were about ready to give up when we asked a passing guy if we were remotely close to McQueen's on Queen's, and he told us, "yeah, about 4 blocks down." Oi.

Anyway, we found the bike shop and were able to rent a couple bikes for a good deal.Here's a funny story: I had to go back inside to have my seat lowered. Here is my conversation with the bike dude:

Bek: Hey, since I have short midget legs, can I get my seat lowered?
Bike Dude: Yeah, sure, got the tool right here. How's her {Dahlia's} saddle working for her?
Bek: {slightly distracted by the use of the word "saddle"} Oh, it's fine. Her legs are 6 inches longer than mine anyway.

Here are our cute bikes! Note the baskets in front! And my bike had a wannabe bell.




Well, we rode back to our parked car... and the trouble started. The tires of the bikes were wider than the car's hatch. Somehow we managed to wiggle, push, curse, and maneuver our bikes into the back of the car. Never again.

Well, with 2 goals accomplished already {1.5 technically}, we set off down the road in search of Singing Sands. We had lunch at a great seafood place {the only seafood we had the whole trip, even though we were on an ISLAND!} and it was quite delightful. They had blueberry juice...fabulous!


And the chowder... really, really good! I teased Dahlia about being a "foodie" because she took pictures of all our food, but really, can you blame her? Look at that yumminess!

Those french fries were especially enjoyable.

After our lunch, we continued on our way. As mentioned above, Canadians {or maybe it's just Islanders} are not particularly good at directions or highway signs. So we were cautiously optimistic when we approached the place where our map told us we should see Singing Sands. We drove down approximately 5 dirt roads, thinking they would take us to the beach, but it was all to no avail.

Enjoy this map and note the right side for our location. Basically between Souris and East Point, the coast has sand that sings.

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We did, however, reach the eastern-most part of the Island! Dahlia faithfully recorded these moments.

Another lighthouse! :)


I made a friend...


...and then Dahlia got friendly too.

Once inside the Cafe that my "friend" is directing us towards, I asked the lady behind the counter for some help. We only had a couple hours before we needed to return the rental car, and our hearts truly desired to hear some sand sing. These were her directions, no joke.

If you want to go to the popular beach, go down to Souris and turn at the top of the hill. Or, if you want the easiest way... hmm. Did you see the sign for Elmira Road? Well, just past that is a General Store. There's a road right there that will take you to the beach. Good luck!

Oi stinking vey.  So we figured if we found said road by said General Store, we would try it; otherwise, we had to head back. So off we went, and we actually did find the road! It was right next to 2 other roads that we had tried, but it actually looked more like a driveway, so we hadn't tried it. Rats.

I think part of the Anne movies were filmed on Singing Sand. It's perfect!


And the ocean! Ah!!

Once again, a feet picture proving we were there together ;)

We went home to return the car happily, because we had found Singing Sand. It really does sing, too, bee tee dubs. You have to run on it, not walk. Speed is of the essence...

Friday night was a performance of "Anne and Gilbert" and it was SO well done!!! So wonderful. We were singing its songs for the rest of our trip {and even at Family Camp!}. Here is Dahlia and me at the show:

All dressed up!

If you ever have the chance to go see this play, GO! It's really magnificent.

Here's the song we sang all week: Gilbert Loves Anne of Green Gables

When I go over this trip in more detail, I will share with you our taxi adventures to and from this show. Maybe tomorrow, since Saturday was...well, I'll let you find out tomorrow :)

Travel Journal: Thursday

{If you’re just now joining the Travel Journal, you can check out Tuesday and Wednesday here!}

I think Thursday was the day that we said, “Let’s wake up early and get a move on!” and then we woke up at the time we wanted to leave… yeah. But at least we weren’t tired!

At Bideford Parsonage Museum, we asked for recommendations to go see a lighthouse, and a couple different ladies told us to go to Victoria-By-The-Sea. No joke, that’s the name of the town! Isn’t it cute?! So we started Thursday by visiting Victoria-By-The-Sea. We toured the out-of-use lighthouse, shopped in a glass artist’s shop, and tasted some chocolate from the chocolate factory!

Isn’t that lovely!?

In between, we passed some lovely little sights, such as…

…the town hall

…PEI’s biggest tree

…and this cute hotel!

After being thoroughly delighted with Victoria, we headed across the Island to tour the Cavendish Boardwalk.

In case the first sign didn’t catch your attention, THERE’S A SHARK IN THEIR ROOF!

After tasting COWS Creamery Ice Cream {the best ice cream in Canada!}, we headed down the road to Avonlea Village.

We watched Anne and Diana have “tea” together, listened to a maritime band, and went on a wagon ride!

sorry for the blurriness of this image :(

The driver of this wagon was quite nice. We were waiting for our turn and he said to us, “Two lovely ladies with a beautiful view behind them and it’s a gorgeous day…what more do I need?” He was a nice old man- never you fear about creepers!
It was also cute that the horses were trained to start moving not with a “giddyup” or a slap of the reins, but with kissing noises! Cute.

The musicians we watched were very, very talented, and the leader announced that they would be performing a ceilidh {pronounced “kay-lee” with a bit of an Irish accent} later that evening.

I was thrilled! This was one of the things I had read about, and here we had already heard the talent of the musicians, so now we had to go! We had some time to kill though, so here are some pictures from our evening.

In case you doubted Anne, the roads really are RED!

We found a quaint little town village nearby and explored the dock.

Because we had, thus far, no picture with both of us in it…

…here’s proof that we went together!

And here’s more proof… also indication that we paid for our visit to Avonlea.

Isn’t this village beautiful {albeit run-down}?

Finally, it was time for the ceilidh. We paid our $10 and got a seat along the wall. Then…we were lost in the wonderfulness of the music. These people are so, so talented! I only got a couple pictures because after a while, I gave up. So here are the two pictures from this evening:

The guy in the middle played accordion, guitar, and piano. The guy on the left played guitar and fiddle. The lady played the violin the whole night, but she didn’t need to play anything else. It was so amazing.

Oh, they also had a girl come and step dance to a couple songs… basically river dance, but as a solo. Then that same girl sang a song for us. And the violin lady’s dad joined the performers with his trumpet? horn? Dahlia will help me remember. Anyway, talented group of people!

After this fine performance, we drove home and collapsed in our beds. Thursday was wonderful!

Travel Journal: Wednesday

Well, first let me bring you up to speed with Tuesday night: We arrived.
Here is our hotel room:

This is the view from my bed… the front door is on the right.

Here’s Dahlia journaling about our travels. She really was the best at journaling on this trip; I just pretended ;)

Ok, so we got there and went to bed. Thus ended the first Tuesday.

Wednesday we dragged ourselves out of bed {4 hour time change…ugh!} and went to breakfast in the office of the hotel, then we walked across the street to the airport in order to pick up our rental car. Full tank of gas = good to go!

Our goal was to go to Cavendish, which is believed to be what L. M. Montgomery {or Maud, since we’re on a first-name-basis} turned into Avonlea. But first, we stumbled upon The Great Canadian Soap Company! They make soap with goats’ milk- how cool is that!?

So we continued on our journey to Green Gables. After following a map and the highway signs {these signs would say “Highway 2 RIGHT” and then when you get to the right, there would be no mention of Highway 2; just the name of the road. Confusing!}, we finally made it! Here is our first sight:

Isn’t it gorgeous!?!?!?!

Once there, we tasted Raspberry Cordial!

Please note that Anne’s face is on the bottle. It’s legit.

Then we took a tour- such fun! We went in the house {more pictures to come} and then walked around the grounds… as in, we went in the Haunted Wood and walked down Lovers’ Lane! Gah. The nerd-dom is killing me, even now!

Here Dahlia is haunting the Haunted Wood.

After visiting Green Gables {which actually was Maud’s great-uncle’s place!}, we had lunch at this fabulous place called “The Sandbox.” We took a picture outside, and Dahlia audibly wished “…that there was a way to make {my} head bigger.” Thanks.

After lunch, we decided to head back to the one stoplight in Cavendish and find Maud’s grave. What an adventure. I will come back and share this story at a later point in time, I promise! And to guarantee that I will keep my promise, here’s a picture of not her gravestone.

We had planned from the beginning to go to Wednesday Evening with Lucy Maud, which was really fun! Getting there was another adventure, and the person we met there was quite the character. But since I wanted to put pictures in this post, so you get pictures today, adventure-stories another time. Cross my heart.

Anyway, we made it all over the Island! And we made it back to our hotel at the end of the day, so points for us!

Can’t wait to share more with you tomorrow, and to share more about Wednesday’s adventures! Perhaps this one week trip will take up two weeks of “journaling!”

***I promise that you will get all the details! My plans for this evening had to be modified, so this isn’t as in-depth as I was planning, but let’s just spread the fun out another week! Thanks for your patience.***

Travel Journal, Two Weeks Later

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There's no place like home!

Also, there's no place like Prince Edward Island. Or Green Gables.

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Isn't it gorgeous!? Come on!

My goal this week is to post kind of a day-by-day travel journal as if I was there now {or blogging two weeks ago!}. Both Tuesdays were travel days, so I will share the few pictures from our flights.


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Dahlia has a knack for starting with pretzels and ending with letters...obviously we had some long flights!




And here is the view of the sunrise from our airport seat. Dahlia took this picture as well.

Now that you've got the travel pictures, how about some travel facts? Here goes:

• We flew 6,421 miles round trip.
  
• We spent approximately 14 hours in the air {this excludes our 3 layovers}.
  
• Together, we consumed basically a gallon of apple juice and a half gallon of cranberry juice. Someone likes to mix her fruit juices...
  
• Sleeping occupied us for about 2% of our flights; the rest was trying to sleep. Just kidding...sort of. We read, talked, looked out the window, filled out customs forms, and watched a couple movies. Oh, and Top Chef Masters was on. I secretly really like that show...shh!
  
• Both of our travel days started with 7 am flights, hence the picture of the sunrise. We were too excited to sleep on our way to PEI, but thankfully our flight back to the States was just long enough for a REM cycle. We landed feeling refreshed and ready to go through customs and security.

Well, Tuesdays were momentous days because we went places, but picture-wise, they were pretty boring. Tomorrow, however, holds plenty of promise :)