Starting
off was incredibly rough. My flight from New York to Newfoundland was
cancelled, Continental Airlines lost my bags and I was hauled into
interrogation because border patrol was suspicious of me for whatever reason. It
was clear from the start that it was going to be an interesting semester.
If I
had to pick one thing that absolutely defined my time in St John’s, it has to
be the weather. The snow was one of the reasons I came here. I loved snow and
after years of going through green Christmases, I thought that this year was
going to be different. I can tell you, the novelty wears of very fast when
you’re up to your knees in flour-fine snow and listen to snow ploughs going all
night. Nevertheless, it’s all part of what makes Newfoundland so special. The
scenes of snow-peaked mountains around Pippy Park and Signal Hill, which is one
of the few places on land where one can see where the Titanic sunk, defines the
St John’s landscape and is truly beautiful.
Of
course, I can’t forget the lovely people that I met in St John’s. These people
really showed me what it’s like to live in a different culture. They showed my
the initiation ritual for people coming to Newfoundland as well as being just
as funny and kind as my friends back home. The people will probably be what I
miss most about St John’s.
One
of the most important things it thought me though is how good I have it back
home. I was surprised by how much I missed my friends and family. I am very much
looking forward to my first pint of Bulmers in UL with my buddies. UL Abu!
