JellyBean Rows

Life becomes way more interesting if you manage to inject some fun into it from time to time.

A solo trip to a far away city from Friday to Sunday? I mean why not? Any destination could be wonderful if we keep our eyes and minds open. However, I’m not going to lie – for the majority of us (me included), the desired destinations are those exotic ones such as Bora Bora, Greek Island, Sicily, or Zambia.

Packing light, I go.

St. John’s, the oldest and most easterly city in North America, is indeed out of sight and out of mind, but it impresses me in many ways.

1. First comes first – the COLOR.

St. John’s, a city on Newfoundland island off Canada’s Atlantic coast, is the capital of Newfoundland and Labrador province. Its harbour was settled by the British in the 1600s. Downtown is known for its colourful row house. People who would like to live in those jellybean houses must have full passion towards life, even in the midst of windy rainy and chilly winter season.

2. The traditional small town charms.

The city has become a rare destination full of character and charisma, with a contemporary, sophisticated edge. I walked away with such vibrant memories made by the grand basilica church, the happy Kitchen Party Quidi Vidi Brewery, the orange color boat cruising in the endless Atlantic Ocean, the lovely Room Museum, and many more.

3. The unexpected encounter.

At the crowded Kitchen Party, I sat down beside a couple and started the small conversation. Next thing I know is that the husband and I are working for the same company in different countries and his best friend is a colleague that I work fairly closely with; the beautiful wife of his is an Indian lady, kind, gentle, pretty and yet working on Wall Street. What followed that glass of cold Iceburg was a warm friendship, a nice dinner, and our promises to stay connected. New York and Toronto are not far away at all, right?

To end this pictures filled blog post, I’d like to dedicate this song by Elvis to the small but beautiful St. John’s.

Can’t Help Falling In Love

Like a river flows surely to the sea

Darling so it goes

Some things are meant to be

Take my hand, take my whole life too

For I can’t help falling in love with you