Ace Fantastic Goes To Newfoundland - April 28th

Wow,

What a life. I guess to begin I'll say that there is obviously a huge backlog of communication from when I shut down the Blog in January until now. There are a lot of wonderful things in my life I'd love to share, as well as getting ready for the next big steps. I think of how hard it can be to come up with interesting stuff to talk about when you're blogging day-by-day, and yet how hard it is to even begin a conversation with so much to say.

I guess I'll just let you know what the heck is happening here in Newfoundland and leave the life stuff out for a while. There are also a million photos I have to upload and sort from the last while and they will really help tell the story. So patience will be a virtue for you guys as I get back into the swing of blogging.

Soooo, St.Johns....WOW.

This is the most beautiful city I have seen yet, the streets are windy and narrow, walled in by row after row of brightly painted east-coast houses. The streets are often cobbled and laced with narrow alleys, some christened titles such as "Malone's Lane" or "Sullivan's Alley", I think though that the names are just to ward off the obvious fear of mugging. If this was Europe you would have to be intensely naive to even consider strolling through them.

St. John's circles a narrow harbor that barely breaks through the red cliffs which block off the ocean. Nick Lachance and I took an amazing hike yesterday in the crisp sunlight and no more than fifteen minutes out of the city we stood upon battered meadows in awe at an oceanic expanse that covered the horizon. It seems to reach not so much across my eyes as back into myself, the dreams I had when I set out for Atlantic Canada and the beauty I expected to see. This is undeniably what I came out here for, although without Halifax to prepare me I would have simpled exploded on sight, this place holds so much stunning power.

The story of how I got here is pretty incredible. My dear friend Sarah told me at least two months ago that I had to go to our Kingston office to do some nasty work for five days, and for the last sixty days has been concocting what can only be described as an elaborate spiderweb of crushing lies. I am going to be completely unable to describe to you what going to Kingston would have entailed, or more importantly what not going there means to me.

I suppose you could understand my feelings if you imagined that you were about to be executed by a man shooting fire ants into your eyes, and then at the very last minute were told that instead of a cripplingly painful demise, you were going to Florida. Yes, you would be very pleased about a surprise visit to the sunshine state, but I'm guessing your immediate thoughts would be more along the lines of: "I am very happy that no one is going to shoot fire ants into my body." This is somewhat how I feel. Also there is an amazing video taken at the exact minute when I heard this news that is YouTube worthy, and will be posted when I return to Halifax.

I really am choking on all the words that want out here, I need to tell you about the bars, Nick and I and Sarah's foolishness, Sarah's new house, work, the weather, and a million other things, most notably, "Who is Ace Fantastic". I guess it'll have to wait though since I just can't do it all at once.

Oh, and you'll love to know just how exactly two disgusting pieces of Kentucky Fried Chicken made into my gullet today, and unfortunately still remain.

I'll write tomorrow, the resident vegan girls at the restaurant in town are having us out for drinks.

Cheers me old biys,
Nick