signal hill

I'd been here many years ago.
Usually when you see distant places as a child, the memories you keep seem to either sour or sweeten over time. When you're a kid, you're never really interested in towns foreign to you. All you really care about is what you are missing back home. The sleep-overs, the game releases, shit like that. This is the same reason I'll never take my youngsters on vacations to Europe until they reach the age of appreciation (I say that now).

Until only weeks ago, memories began to flood back about this town.

I remembered more than most towns. Smells, streets, directions, and the severe steepness of the hills. I really didn't know what to expect upon rolling into the downtown core, but the sights sure haven't changed much over the years. It's still beautiful.

We immediately headed for Signal Hill upon arriving into St. Johns. My uncle was married on this hill many years ago, and I remember it like it were yesterday. Such an incredible sight. On the left you see a structure that resembles a medieval Scottish castle, subdued by the ocean pouring into the city. On the right you'll see the beautiful harbor and all the bustle that is the St. Johns interior. Kind of like Vancouver, except cheaper with less pretentious assholes.

The only real point to this entry is to say that St. Johns, Newfoundland is a wonderful place. We're here now, hosteling (Dan and I are owning here), and enjoying a shitty bottle of XOXO wine. We're about to walk the town like dirty sailors and hopefully get Screeched (look it up if unsure). We'll be here for a few days, so I trust you'll all be flying out to party.