🌲 CHAPTER 2: A Wee pit stop🌲
After a semi-restless slumber, the Wandering Hermits began their exploits at the early hours of 4:30 a.m. All was (thankfully) running smoothly as the family excitedly waited for their cab; the eldest daughter paced in anticipation as she waited for the journey, fully prepared and ready to rush out the door as soon as she heard wheels slowly come to a halt on the pavement outside the house. The youngest daughter, who normally has issues with waking up on time, had accidentally set six alarms at the wrong time of 4:30 p.m, but her own brain had woken her up successfully.
The cab arrived and dropped the family off on time, to which they entered the busy airport full of families with loud children, and one terrified puppy in its carrier, yelping at the top of its tiny lungs.
What a time.
Tickets were printed, and the eldest daughter was delighted to hear that she had gotten a "first class" seat (1A) on the full plane, much to the disbelief of the family (who all sat in row 20); little did she know that this was a very different sort of "first class", as the plane they boarded was a Bombadier Q-300... so picture tiny, crampy, yeah. The ride was an hour and thirty minutes; amongst the soft and bountiful sea of white, they eventually descended through the over cast to the green and blue of the land below... and a chilly but welcoming temperature of 13℃.
The plane landed in St. Johns, Newfoundland & Labrador for a 13 hour lay over; this wee pit stop would lead to a tour of Memorial University's campus ("AMAZING, WANT TO GO THERE SO BAD, CANNOT WAIT!" - Eldest o'WH), lunch at the Bagel Cafe amongst the colourful houses downtown ("Fast service, the food was awesome, eclectic decorating... if you go, you need to be prepared to eat!" - Mother o'WH), and a quick trip to Cabot Tower on Signal Hill (Heritage Minutes were re-enacted; Father o'WH also reaccounted his adventures of working on/assessing this building and its historical significance) and Cape Spear (the most easterly point in Canada... where the Wandering Hermit kids sang songs through an echoey locked tunnel, where stangers on the other side joined in, which was quite funny - great acoustics for "Counrty Roads").
A music break was in order upon arrival at the St. Johns airport; as the eldest daughter played a free piano in the lobby, a little girl and her grandfather came to listen, and so a mini lesson/intro to piano ensued. An observation of the day: how music connects people, and makes our world and ourselves an even more wonderful thing :)
Currently, the Wandering Hermits await their next plane over to Dublin. Lets hope they actually manage to get some sleep out of this 7 hour ride... who knows if that will actually happen though.
***Pro random tip(s) of the day:
- Always process what you say before you say it; who knows if you'll end up with an awkward innuendo?
- For when you want to fall asleep but shouldn't: "RESIST THE URGE. STAY STRONG. FALL ASLEEP ON THE PLANE!" - Youngest o'WH
Sincerely,
🌲The Wandering Hermits🌲
PS, photos and videos WILL eventually be posted - stay tuned!!!!
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