In the summer of 2014, less than 24 hours (I think it may have been closer to 12) after getting back from a work trip that took him to Copenhagen, Dave was up at the crack of dawn and ready to drive us to attend my friend’s wedding in St. Andrew’s, New Brunswick.
The trip took us more than 10 hours from Ottawa. Through two provinces he drove us through farmlands, small towns, metropolitan areas like Montreal, and past countless acres of trees (so. many. trees). While it was beautiful, it was a lot of time to spend in the car. Thankfully we brought snacks, and as passenger I took my job of providing entertainment very seriously (Dave may or may not have enjoyed my singing and non-stop nattering).
We arrived in St. Andrews at 10 PM that night, and even though it was dark it wasn’t hard to see that this small town was beautiful and so very stereotypically maritime. Colourful shops, restaurants and homes lined the streets, and looking between the buildings you could see the ocean, just a few meters away from the town’s main street.
Our hotel was just up from the water, and each night we fell asleep listening to the sound of the ocean.
We were only in St. Andrews for a short time, but we tried to make the most of it by whale watching, wandering the streets, and checking out all the local little shops–in addition to eating our weight in seafood at the wedding. Everyone we met was nice (a trait you’ll find throughout Eastern Canada) and warmly welcomed us to their town.
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