We each had some sort of agenda on vacation.
Visiting with relatives. Going to the beach. Kayaking. Relaxing and reading. Eating too many maple cookies (oops, did I just say that out loud?)
High on the list of priorities for my dad was visiting the place where his grandparents once lived (and now his uncle.) He spent most of his summers here as a kid, so the place was brimming with memories.
And then we sat right down on the wide open lawn and we feasted on bakery fresh, fluffy white rolls smothered in peanut butter, while sipping on cans of chilled diet coke.
I am in love with Canadian bread.
(Really now, what am I NOT in love with in Canada???)
Driving on, we found ourselves back in Richibucto, where we stretched out by walking across a small boardwalk.
The day was unusually warm, considering we were expecting 60/70 degree temperatures for the rest of the week.
So—yes, of course!—we took advantage of it with dishes of ice cream.
And then I found myself feeling unusually chilled once I was back at the cottage, so I balanced it all out with a bowl of homemade lentil & sweet potato stew and a hunk of toasted bread and butter.
The day was pretty laid back. Pretty simple.
But it ended with a bang. Literally.
Thankfully, most of the storm headed further on past our cottage, but it was frightening just the same (I will never make it as a storm chaser!)
Tomorrow’s plans: Four wheeling and going for a walk deep (deep!) in the woods of my great uncle’s camp!
QUESTION: Do you live in the same place as you did growing up? Do you plan on having it stay that way? If you’ve moved away, do you ever plan on going back?