T told me Sunday evening while we spoke, that I was not allowed to go on vacation again. Why? Because I come back a mess, a depressed, semi-lost child looking for a way back out. I'm full of all these complexities and completely divergent desires which I have yet to figure out how to reconcile.
Suffice to say Newfoundland was amazing. We traveled out by boat from the bay, into the Atlantic ocean. The waves were chopping as we got past the land and into the open water, but I did not get sea sick. It wasn't much to look at for awhile, as fog seems ever present. But then we came upon the island were 200,000 puffins live. This is a small, foot long bird which resembles a penguin slightly. They mate for life and create these little holes. They also eat so many freaking fish, that they are too heavy to fly and are left sitting on the water for their food to digest. What was more amazing to me, was staring down into the water as the boat neared the island (its protected so we couldn't actually go on it). As we moved slowly along the shore, we were at about 50 feet depth I was told, yet I could still see the bottom. Its all rocky. But the water, the water is this magical transluscent green. Beautiful like a tropical island, and it saddened me that the temperature prevents people from enjoying its beauty from within. Yes, I heard about those who do surf regularly out there, but with water temperatures around 40 degrees (give or take), I couldn't imagine getting in. But who knows....maybe one day...with the right gear.
As we left the island, we journeyed out a bit further. We had heard about an iceburg. But being summer, they are less frequent from the avalon area (the island is divided up into sections). But, out of nowhere comes this bright glowing. Before I knew it, there she was, a 10 story high mountain of ice. It was majestic, and breathtaking. How many people can say they've seen an iceburg? But I didn't see just one, we came upon a smaller one. Of course you can't get too close since so much of it is underwater. But it was so incredible. I could have stared out it for ages.
Whats really amazing about Newfoundland are the people though. So friendly, so charismatic, and so charming. Their accents aren't bad either, even though they occasionally make me wonder if we truly speak the same language. haha. They were great, and I could have spoken to any of them endlessly.
I learned so many things about the island, although I got to see only a small portion. Apparently what I was hoping for was Gros Morne National Park which is about 12 hours away from St. Johns. I didn't know the island was so large, but this is a park full of table top plateaus where you can hike and camp to your hearts content. I am looking forward to going back and exploring more.
The yearning to be outdoors and experience life through my feet and hands, becomes more intense. And I wonder how I can ever reconcile those desires with my desires to have a career. Because with law, those seem like two divergent paths. So many things to think about as my last school year comes upon me and I have to make decisions.
Pics to come.
In other news.......
Yesterday we did some killer hills. I ran some before and after. Mileage: 4.5
This morning: 5.25 miles + tris, chest, legs and stretching.
This evening: Hoping to get an hour bike ride in. I really need some cross training action. Plus I want to get into teh adventure racing this fall.
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