Newfieland.

The last time I went to Newfoundland was with the Provincial Under 15 Soccer team to compete at the Atlantics. It was not the most pleasant of experiences.

We left about 3am in order to catch the ferry from Cape Breton. Our ferry crossing began in a torrential rainstorm, accompanied with a lot of wind. About two hours out, a pregnant woman went into labour and they had to turn the boat around. The rest of the crossing was horrendous. It felt like we were travelling through some sort of monsoon hurricane (if there is such a thing). My father, acting as team doctor, ran out of Gravol. Everyone was seasick. People were puking all over the boat. I remember curling up on the bench seat of a booth in the cafeteria with my sister and wanting to die. The crossing took about six hours longer than it was supposed to. I swore I would never go back to Newfoundland unless I was on a plane.

Tomorrow I do just that. I expect I'll enjoy myself a little more this time.