Day 1 & 2: Halifax

For those of you who have been checking this blog, hoping for honeymoon stories, you've come to the right place!  What better spot to write up our little adventure but the blog that already exists.  So here goes.


Day 1: 

Our anxiousness to get going got stopped dead in its tracks when they announced on the Porter plane that we had mechanical problems, and would be approx. an hour late.  So we deboarded, and enjoyed some more excellent free food (real shortbread cookies!  excellent coffee!) while we waited.  Once we got on board, it was another few hours and a stop in Ottawa before we hit the turbulence.  I think the last 20 min. of our flight was more exciting than any other time I've been in a plane.  Roger laughed when I joked to him that crashing and burning wasn't my first choice to start our honeymoon, but once we touched down I began breathing again.  After I removed my clenched hands from the armrests, we picked up our luggage only to find that our carry-on (checked at the gate) had lost its handle.  Stubborly, I filled out a complaint, but I was told by the Porter deskwoman that they don't cover handles or straps.  But our night looked up once Aunt Irene and John took us back to their place and stuffed us silly with a homemade meal.  Delicious.  With full bellies, we climbed into bed at 9:30pm THEIR time and fell fast asleep.

Day 2: 

About 13 (!) hours later, we got up and were treated to the delicious smell of cinnamon buns and the patter of rain on the roof.  A few of those, and we were ready to head over to Aunt Norma's and Uncle Gordon's to see the family.  Great turnout!  We saw a veritable scattering of the family, and held a quiz for Roger at the end.  In no particular order, we saw Jeff, Sarah and Emily; Mary Lynn, Alexander and Joshua; Andrew, Andrea, Sammy, Kai, and Josiah; Warren, Taylor and Mackenzie with their dog Lila; Aunt Norma and Uncle Gordon, naturally; Aunt Eva Mae; and Jan and Phil made an appearance with their irresistible new puppy Murphy.  In true Spares tradition, there was a buffet of food to stuff ourselves with, and I think all of it was homemade.  I know all of it was delicious.

Finally, Aunt Irene and John took Roger and I into Halifax, and after a little searching found the Waverley Inn.  We'll be able to walk to the train station, it's so close, and we're looking forward to having a little stroll before our dinner at the Press Gang tonight.  But oh, the room.  This whole hotel is like something out of a Victorian period movie.  Stephanie, you'd have nightmares.  It's one of those places you just KNOW is haunted.  There are no elevators, but with a little help from the hotel, we climbed the one flight to our Queen Deluxe room and settled in.  We have a beautiful crocheted and tassled canopy over our epic bed (the headboard is solid wood, and straight out of Wuthering Heights or Jane Eyre), a jacuzzi in our spacious en suite, and everything exudes awesome.  I'm in heaven, and I know Roger loves it too.  *self back-pat here*

We're off for dinner, and probably a little walk beforehand.  Afterwards, perhaps try out the jacuzzi?  Lots of love to all, and we'll let you know when we're on the train.