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Newfoundland and Labrador: Back Seat Memories (II)

One question came up quite often since part one of this story was published over 2 weeks ago: how did the motorcycle travel from Vancouver to Newfoundland? And I have to say this was not my merit at all, my hubby got to ride it all the way to Montreal (in 4 days!), where he picked me up at the airport when I arrived a few days latter. After spending the weekend with our friends in Montreal, we’ve started our “two up” trip moving towards Baie-Comeau and then Labrador City. Our itinerary took us through Churchill Falls, Happy Valley-Goose Bay, Red Bay, Blanc Sablon, St. Barbe, Flower’s Cove, L’Anse aux Meadows – back South towards Gros Morne National Park, Corner Brook, Bay of Islands, Deer Lake, Twillingate. After spending some time here, we moved on to St. John’s without stopping in Terra Nova National Park and without touring the Bonavista peninsula (as initially planned), as the weather was incredibly miserable: cold and foggy. Some say this is how the weather mostly is on the island, you just get used to it. Yet many locals said July was just gorgeous, all nice and sunny, incredible blue sky, but we came in August, of course… After St. Johns, we went to Placentia only to embark on a 16 hours ferry to Nova Scotia (North Sydney). Spent some interesting time on the Cape Breton Island, and then we headed South, went just East of Moncton, on Hwy 1, through Saint John, and took a picturesque route (172 South) that took us on to Deer Island, followed by Campobello Island, connected through small local ferries. This was such a beautiful sunny day! That’s how we arrived at this small US crossing point, Lubec, and once past the border, continued down on the coast, and arrived to Boston two days latter. CowHead-NLNow back to the story. This gorgeous sunset caught us on the shores of Cow Head (Gros Morne area), where we checked into a B&B right on the bay. The light outside was just amazing. It was incredibly quiet and it took me a little bit to realize that – for the first time in days – the wind had been silenced. As if everything that’s movable was emerged into a sacred ritual of sun admiration. Picture-like surroundings were merging into our eyes and, at the time the sun was just half above the sea, the light was of a vivid orange.

Pure happenstance, but we stayed in Cow Head during the Annual Gros Morne Theater Festival, showcasing Newfoundland talent. We wanted to go to the Neddy Norris Night, a great show by all reviews – but ended up feeling lazy and not going. And that’s too bad. If I will ever go back to Newfoundland, I’d like to stay in this little place for at least a week during the theater festival. It’s such a great atmosphere!

Corner Brook is nothing but a bigger city. All I remember is having a great dinner, some amazing sushi at Newfoundland Sushi (we had a Dory Load of Sushi for Two). The next morning, after a great hot breakfast our host at the Green Garden B&B graciously made for us, we hopped on our Honda and took a loop trip to see the Bay of Islands. It started like a fun day, beautiful blue sky with puffy clouds, nice sea food for lunch, all until we realized we have a flat on the back tire. But my hubby was ready and trained to use his super-kit and got it fixed in less then 1 hour, right there on the side of the highway. I can’t really give any technical details, but what’s certain is that today, more than 8,000 Km latter, he’s riding with the same back tire on – so good job, eh? TwillingateNFThe shore above is in Twillingate – one of the most picturesque outports in Newfoundland, located on the centre edge of what is known as Iceberg Alley. Unfortunately, we haven’t seen any floating icebergs as July was too hot and they all melted. Yep. But to make up for that, we went to one of the local wineries, Auk Island Winery, and had tasted several amazing wines. Nope, I’m not going to tell you what happened after. Only that yes, we bought a bottle of Aurora, a medium-dry white named after the Northern Lights, to enjoy at our B&B that night.

In St. John’s we had to change our Honda’s chain and sprockets. We knew this was coming since we were back in Corner Brook, where we stopped at a motorcycle shop, had them ordered and had the appointment booked at Honda 1 in St. John’s. It was a really great service and they had it ready for us in one hour, so we didn’t have to sacrifice too much time out of our site seeing (thanks to my hubby’s good planing). St. John’s is considered by some to be the oldest English-founded city in North America, but it was incorporated as a city only in 1921. It’s amazing to see how both old and new mingle in this small town, considered, of course, the largest city in Newfoundland. St.JohnsNFWe went to Cape Spear Lighthouse, and also to Signal Hill, and didn’t miss the famous George Street for some nightlife excitement. We had a good time, but I wouldn’t go that far and say that ‘this place is like no other’. Two days latter we headed to Placentia and embarked on the ferry to Nova Scotia. This was a fun trip: 16 hours, it’s almost like a cruise, only a lot more expensive – considering it’s just a night and you have to pay for all the restaurants.

Cape Breton Island was so beautiful. If you ever plan to go to the East coast but only have a week or less, definitely do the trails here. We had a little bit of a story with the Canadian Automobile Association (CAA) and lost a day practically because of extremely bad customer service, but decided that we’re going to stay one more day and will complete the trails as we initially wanted. NSThe host at The Maven Gypsy B&B on the Cabot trail was originally from Vancouver, and I actually felt quite excited to hear some good ‘vancouverite’ accent. Accommodation was a great, welcoming atmosphere, plus really good breakfast – a bit pricey though. Well, I guess that’s what one pays for such a great location. There is so much more to say about all we’ve seen on our way to Boston. I really liked the two islands we’ve seen on our way to Lubec: Deer Island and Campobello Island. I’m not sure how the winter looks around there, I should imagine is a bit less romantic and more isolated, as one of the ferries is not working and the other has pretty irregular hours comparing to the summer time. But those definitely are gorgeous places! Boston01Boston was phenomenal. We stayed at Marriott this time, left our motorcycle parked at the hotel and had used a subway 7-Days pass instead. There is no way I could possible say what I liked more about Boston, but probably the way people gather and talk and eat and smile made me think of Timisoara, the Romanian city of my Alma Mater university. Or maybe it’s just because there was something magical about it, something that made me forget about future plans and, like a gigantic hand, managed to hold me in the present – a beautiful one, where I was in a place like this with someone I love and it just felt good. It felt so good.

From Boston I’ve cheated again, I took a flight back to Vancouver, where my hubby arrived one week latter – all in one piece, nice tan and a victorious smile on his face: “I made it!”

Newfoundland and Labrador: Back Seat Memories (I)

This past summer, we decided it’s worth spending our vacation at home, in Canada. Looking at the map, there were not too many provinces we haven’t been to so far and, by elimination, Newfoundland and Labrador was the only one left on the map. Followed by the Territories. Looking at the very few roads (mostly unpaved) Labrador has, I thought… oh my! But hubby comes saying: let’s do it, it’s adventure time! Unfortunately (or maybe not?) I didn’t realize until it was kind of late how wild some parts of Newfoundland and especially Labrador really are. As someone mentioned in an article I can’t recall now, on a trip you may feel wet, cold, hungry, tired or even lost, but when you get back home safe, you call it adventure! And truth be told, I came back from this trip incredibly refreshed and fully energized. Memories of places, people, and stories are vivid and they overtake in size and power any idea of a “fun all-inclusive” vacation type. These life experiences are slowly shaping us, as they travel with us towards reaching our own goals. What did we manage to bring back this time? People. Nature. Life. A completely different look at what Canada – as a whole – really is. Shores like nowhere else. Sea food. Vikings village & trails. Boats. Lighthouses and their keepers.IMG_7921-smWhat I didn’t really see around that much was… immigrants. Funny enough I didn’t even realize it until after being in the province for over a week. Even if the Newfoundland and Labrador Provincial Nominee Program (NLPNP) works hard towards providing an alternate and quicker entry into Canada, as it allows Newfoundland and Labrador to nominate applicants, a much quicker immigration process for qualified skilled workers, international graduates, and their families who wish to permanently settle in this beautiful province, we weren’t able to see many around. Just south of L’Anse aux Meadows, when we stopped to fill up on gas and I went inside the convenience store trying to warm up and add an extra layer (it was 8 degrees Celsius on a beautiful August day at noon), I got into a conversation with the store keeper, a lady in her 50s, and her friend, who was keeping her company over a cup of coffee… yep, they do have a funny accent and I really had to pay attention to make sure I understand… But when she asked me what I do for work and  I said “I’m an Employment Counsellor” her face showed clear signs of confusion, so I went on, thinking I’m helping her understand, and I said that I work in a program called “Skills Connect for Immigrants”. Nonetheless, this had quite an opposite effect on her and I could see she’s now totally startled… too bad I couldn’t take a picture, yet her funny face is still fresh in my memory. Now, her friend, who was a more traveled person (she actually visited Vancouver, as she proudly told me latter on), jumped in to help her: “you know, they have lots of immigrants in the Vancouver area, and there are big communities with people from all over the world, thousands of them!” Poor store keeper was still looking at me as if I was from a different planet… what a feeling to be looked at this way! Latter on, she confessed she never in her life left the island (Newfoundland).

At this point I’ve started to look around more carefully and realized that not only there were not too many immigrants in the area, but also there were not too many young people, and not too many children, and most likely not enough schools. Unemployment rate in the province is the highest in Canada, as per the latest statistics. So is the lack of literacy. Newfoundland and Labrador are now at a critical crossroad for addressing and advancing literacy skills, yet they need federal help; there are many provincial councils supporting the general effort to help all people reach their full literate potential. It’s different when you only read about it, yet it makes such an impact when you get to see it. PicturesinNLPeople are so friendly. Not a sign of the vancoverite-specific sophistication. I’ve heard many times about the well-know old fashioned Newfie hospitality, but it’s actually much better then all you can imagine. At one of the Bed & Breakfast locations in the Red Bay area (http://www.grenfellbandb.ca), as our hosts knew we were coming on a motorcycle from Happy Valley-Goose Bay, and they knew it has been raining pretty much the whole day, with miserable cold winds, and they knew we were supposed to get across about 560 Km of unpaved roads (as part of our Translabrador Hwy Adventure) – so they started a fire in their beautiful backyard gazebo (white and tall, with large windows and glass doors), where we could hang to dry our rain suits, our boots and gloves – all on a long rope, that was fastened across the gazebo’s wooden ceiling. That’s what locals do when they return form a stormy fishing day, it’s standard procedure. Then we were provided with some huge rubber clogs, and walked through the yard’s mushy-wet emerald-green grass, to enter into a beautiful house, a historic building, which back in 1930s used to serve as a Nursing Station. As I stepped in, I suddenly forgot I was covered in wet mud just an hour ago, I forgot we had to use a hose to clean ourselves up at a gas station just before checking in, I forgot all that. I just felt strangely light, like I was 12 year old again, a girl coming back into her grandma’s warm kitchen after a summer storm. A soaking wet redhead with lots of freckles and shiny blue eyes. They offered us hot tea and biscuits. Each room was decorated with amazing quilted covers and white embroideries. Hardwood, warm floors, sparkling clean and just like heaven. I even found mini chocolates on the elegantly wrapped king bed. After a long warm bath, I slept like an angel, woke up in the morning and ran to the window. The ocean was beautiful, but really stormy. Wait, what? Again? It was raining pretty bad. I decided I was going to just ignore the weather. Downstairs, in an elegant dining room, with a long table seating 12, decorated with beautiful china and a gorgeous fruit platter, Peggy was making breakfast. The smell was amazing. I poured myself some hot black coffee and enjoyed looking at the rain outside while cheating with the host. In that rain, my hubby was  getting the pressure up in the motorcycle’s tires, as firmness has to change from an unpaved to a paved road ahead. Our Honda CBF 1000 did pretty well so far. Yay! No more unpaved roads (or at least that’s what I thought at the time). So I said to myself: happy birthday girl, you’re on the other side of the world!

CowHeadNLHappy and dry, we loaded up after breakfast and went to the ferry in Blanc Sablon, QC to cross over to St. Barbe, NL – a quick, close to two hour, ride. This is where we were saying good by to Labrador. A couple of peculiar facts about this ferry: even if Blanc Sablon is practically in Quebec, the ferry operates by Newfoundland Standard Time (NST), plus one must make a reservation no matter what, and the staff is not exactly motorcycle friendly either (those who are used to our local BC Ferries know exactly what I’m talking about). Anyhow, we made it to St. Barbe, it was still raining on the island, still windy, but we had a super nice and dry afternoon in L’Anse aux Meadows, where we checked in at Viking Village Bed and Breakfast and celebrated my birthday with a rather elegant dinner of authentic Newfoundland sea food, at the Daily Catch. DailyCatchNLSome more Newfoundland adventures, followed by a long 16 hours crossing to Nova Scotia and a beautiful East coast style ride to Boston, are to follow soon.

When in Rome, do as the Romans

If you’re one of those who had a great time at the BC Professional Immigrant Conference this past Saturday at Hilton Vancouver Metrotown, you should read on. Have you missed this event? Then you should read anyway and try to expand your network / become more active on various social platforms, so you don’t miss similar future occasions. New Vancouverites – professionals trained all over the world – came to learn about how to be successful in their new home country. If in theory it’s quite simple – When in Rome, do as the Romans – practice proved as differently. To me, this event was great on a few different levels: I’ve reconnected with some old friends and some of my colleagues I haven’t seen since the Career Development Conference last year, met a few of my former clients from Richmond – so happy to learn about their success stories and even happier they came to see me, made a few new connections, was able to present on such a dynamic topic as Social Media, and to help some of the participants who stayed behind with questions. IMG_0268As a participant on the other hand, I was happy to meet Lionel Laroche, the keynote speaker and the author of – among others – Managing Cultural Diversity in Technical Professions. He addressed an audience of over 500 participants on the topic of Succeeding in Canada. Laroche emphasized many of the points we bring up during our counselling sessions at Skills Connect, yet wrapped in some great stories, these points have moved the audience – myself included – from smiling, to laughing, and to noises specific to suddenly surprised crowds. The learning curve an immigrant expects to go through when s/he arrives to Canada is somewhere from 6 to 12 months, but in reality, as per Lionel’s discourse, this can go up to around 6 to 7 years or more. Once those numbers uttered, I looked around me and I could sense a heavy and silent shock, some heads moved slowly from left to right and back, some sighed heavily, some chins dropped down. As someone who has been here long enough, I could see Lionel’s point very clearly, but this is a hard to accept reality. On the bright side though, as a career advisor, I must say I have experienced beautiful success stories of people who managed to get all settled in a good position in less than a year. Not very many, however. And no matter how fine that position was, it was still at a lower level then what they did before moving to Canada. In a charmingly plain graphic representation, Lionel Laroche illustrated how along this learning and acclimatization curve, some factors proved to be more important than others, and among the central ones we find – again – the language skills and the soft skills. As a newcomer, as soon as you manage to tune your soft skills up to the standards of your new home country and as soon as you manage to develop your communication skills, you’re good to go. Many immigrants come to Canada with really high technical skills. When they fail at securing a professional position, their first attempt to fix this situation is to go back to school to take those technical skills one step higher. And this is unfortunate. Bringing-up an inspiring story about his own start-up in Canada, Lionel Laroche emphasized how it truly is the soft skills newcomers should tackle and improve, not the technical ones. I really enjoyed listening to this stimulating keynote presentation and it is my hope that all the participants have left the venue with some precious information in their pockets. If what you have learned has both inspired and moved you, don’t sleep on it for too long – get started, you’re the master of your own future! If there are questions that worry you, then seek professional advice and try to move on, make a plan and follow it, as time does not forgive. And I’ll conclude with a quote from the American author Wayne Dyer: Stop acting as if life is a rehearsal, live this day as if it were your last. The past is over and gone.

by Magdalena Mot