In the weeks leading up to my departure to Korea this past Spring, I was as busy as a beaver, gathering together a collection of documents a mile long to qualify for my visa. All the while, my projected start date loomed on the horizon, adding urgency to the proceedings.
As such, I didn’t want to risk anything going wrong by sending my passport through the mail; placing my trust in Canada Post didn’t seem like the best idea with time running short.
Instead, I made the journey to Vancouver, passport in hand, to have my work visa processed in person. In the week it took to get a slip of paper in my passport saying that I could work legally in another country, I did a fair bit of exploring and hiking that allowed to uncover Vancouver’s true nature.
Storm driven surf batters the coast near Grand Etang, Nova Scotia, Canada
Recently, I’ve seen a number of posts on my home province of Nova Scotia Canada, and I can’t help but add to the buzz surrounding my deeply beautiful yet forgotten about province. While the Canadian Rockies, the BC mountains, and the urban superstars of Central Canada suck up all the attention of travel professionals, Nova Scotia, and her Atlantic siblings – New Brunswick, Prince Edward Island, and Newfoundland and Labrador, show their subtle yet seductive beauty to the trickle of visitors that cross the imaginary line where many people assume Canada has ended and a no man’s land of nothingness exists.
The pic above is of Cape Breton Island, in Nova Scotia, at her feistiest, when the winds are up, and waves are crashing on her shores. Bring yer rain gear – an umbrella will be torn to ribbons in the strong, gusty gales – and brave the possibility of occasional downpours to experience Cape Breton Island as it was meant to be experienced – not just in her perfect moments, but in her raw, edgier moods. It is in these moments during trips where memories that last a lifetime are formed…!