When I woke up this morning, my back felt stiff; I must've pulled a muscle last night. Right, yes, I remember - we were d'ancing like maniacs and I remember my body surging up near the end: 'Since when do you move that way?'

Still, I felt satisfied in knowing that I was in St. John's, Newfoundland, and that I had the entire weekend ahead of me. I rolled out of bed and, having not yet opened the curtains, I sat in front of this computer to do something I hadn't had the time to do before my arrival yesterday evening: see this eastern city's location on a map of Canada. Having never been here, its precise placement had always been vague in my mind, so I sat in quiet wonder when I fell upon a map. Look at that - it truly is right on the harbour. It's laughable, but I found myself thinking, 'it really is an island.'. A big one. And I'm on it.

I finally got up and brought up the blinds in the bathroom window, and opened the curtains in the bedroom. The daylight finally allowed me to observe the direct view, which includes the back of a building in construction. It appears to be in the final stages, but the ground is nothing but dirt and bits of concrete, with a Tims Horton cup littered here or there. It's a rough and ragged view, something that somehow correlates with what I suspect may be part of every born-and-bred Newfoundlander. Of course, that is surely but one facet of these dwellers of The Island; if I cran my neck slightly and look to the left or right, I can see the streets lined with those typically east-coast style houses, the brightly coloured old ones that are lined up next to each other in a long and lanky way, their doors ready to spit out residents right out onto the sidewalk as soon as the door opens. But in truth, the only thing I was hoping to see when opening the curtains was a bit of sunshine, which I feel like I haven't see in weeks. At first glance it was a light grey outside, with a gentle current coming through the open window, which confirmed the continuing warm spell that's taking place here - apparently, they are calling for fifteen degrees today. But eventually, I looked up again and saw the sun. Just a few moments, just a passing wave, but it was comforting. So here I am now, on this island, with some coloured houses, hills, back door views and a small handful of sunlight.

Today, the only official plans I have are to get out of my pyjamas, eat the complimentary godiva chocolates left on the desk, take a shower and perhaps wander out to an arts fair that's taking place. Apparently it is quite large and there are many great things to see. I hope to return with a few souvenirs. Apart from that, I have no plans. I may potentially get a few phone calls from kind locals I met last night - already I've got invitations to a party and other events! There is a sense of consideration and pure hospitality here that I've never quite come across before.

All in all, of course, things are well. I am well and comfortable here. I may return with small gifts, and stories, certainly photos! I will share them in due time, you have my word!

Love,

Camille xo