Lune de Miel Chronicles

On August 1st, 2009, we decided to legally join our lives together. We’ve been together for five years, lived in four different apartments, have two great cats and a lot of stuff which somehow keeps accumulating (movies, vinyl, books, etc. - typical 20-somethings possessions); this day wasn’t so much a traditional “let’s take the next step”, since we knew we would be together for all time, with or without legal documents, but more of a celebration of our love and our coming together as I had been away studying for the past two years.

The weather was perfect (sunny but slightly overcast with a nice breeze), the mosquitoes stayed away for the most part, the company was happy & amazing and the atmosphere, relaxed and blissful. It was a perfect day.

The next morning, after a much-needed eggs & bacon breakfast shared with a few friends, we packed a single suitcase; I filled it mostly with dresses and several disposable cameras, Rémi with Marvel© t-shirts and shorts. We both needed and desired to get away from home and from every face we recognise; we kissed our cats & friends goodbye and left in our trusty Golf. We drove along the South Shore, to Digby and the Annapolis Valley of Nova Scotia, staying at comfy B&Bs and otherwise stopping where we please. We met a few friends along the way:

Leslie Smith is an 83 year-old former fisherman who took us out on his dinghy to Cape Sable Island, where Nova Scotia’s tallest lighthouse and a herd of sheep greeted us through the fog; we felt as though we were in Ireland (only with a lot more sheep scat).

There are also two shacks on Cape Sable Island, inhabited on occasion during the summer and fall; with no running water or electricity, it’s a nice one-week getaway, if you’ve got the connections (i.e. Leslie brings there and back with all of your supplies; look for the sign and his phone number at the end of The Hawk). What a sweet and funny fellow.

We also met a humpback whale (I just decided her name is Vera), who decided to hang out with us around our whale tour boat for about an hour. I had never seen a whale so close; she even sprayed her fishy-smelling blowhole breath at us! It was surreal and moving, I shed a few tears which will make me a cheeseball for life, I know. A woman who lives in the Arctic Circle was there visiting some friends- she took some great snaps: arcticdispatches.blogspot.com (but those below are from our crappy disposable camera)

Big dumb crying face!

Right after we got a whiff of her blowhole (awkward!)

That's right, une poutine à l'homard, de Pubnico. Tastier than expected.

Crayola sunglasses!

Overall, it was a great time on the road; there’s nothing more blissful and freeing to me than to drive around with Rémi, anywhere. I look forward to many more roadtrips together! New York City is my next target.

(I know what you're thinking: Cat Fancy and Frank Black, together at last)

-Cat