Two trains, two planes, and a combined 20hrs of traveling (not counting local buses and shuttles) I finally reached St. John’s Newfoundland, Canada!

Rest? Rest is for the dead it seems, because the moment I arrived, it was already time to go exploring. Though I did feel quite dead from lack of sleep.

My eyes followed along as she approached, I couldn’t help but be captivated by it. She slid across the table and presented herself, sprawled out, in some small hole-in-the-wall place in Montréal at 7pm at night.

Canada.

Afro of the United States.

Chilling up top the US like the Fonz saying “eh?”

Full of people who have funny accents when they say “about”.

Maple freakin’ syrup. Everywhere.

Also some French sprinkled about.

As we creaked out of New Orleans on the Amtrak Crescent train, we happened to stop beside this massive cemetery just as the sun was crawling over the horizon and flooding through these above ground crypts. All I can say is – hauntingly beautiful.

I am super freakin’ excited to announce the April Issue of Travel Longer Magazine featuring yours truly, and a way YOU can get a subscription for free!

Badass, I know. Free things make us all want to do a little happy jig.