This weekend my oldest friend in the world, Gord, came to visit. Gord and I have known one another since elementary school in Winnipeg; he was Best Man at my wedding, has always been my closest (and sometimes only) confidante, knows (almost) every secret I have; and when he and I get together after six months or a year or even two years of not seeing one another, the conversation picks up as if the time before it had ended in a comma.
Circumstances being what they are, Gord has not been down this way before, so this was a chance to show off my Island, albeit at a time of year when it doesn't have its makeup on. But true beauty doesn't need makeup, does it?
We started off on Friday going into Charlottetown - I live a few kilometres North of the city, which is the largest metropolis on the Island. And to give you a sense of just what that means, here's a view of the downtown core:
Looking for a building higher than seven stories? Good luck with that. The two church spires at the left in the distance are the tallest structures on the Island. There are two (count 'em, two) escalators in town. The main downtown street has diagonal parking. That tells you all you need to know about its size.
As you can see, it was a blustery, rainy day, and after lunch at the restaurant where my son-in-law is the chef, (and it was delicious), we only spent a short time exploring the city. There was food to buy for supper and a liquor store to hit and other errands, and that night we ate Atlantic salmon and mussels and drank and talked late into the morning.
On Saturday, we did the real Island tour. We went to the North Shore of the Island. It's 120 miles long, much of it like this:
The surf was up ...
And, as I'd hoped, the Island was both beautiful and dramatic ...
So ... even without makeup, the Island was gorgeous. I love showing it off to visitors. Like Gord. Or ... you know ... like you.