St. John's, Newfoundland

Due to weather challenges, we skipped another port and docked in St. John’s the evening before our scheduled arrival. Jo got off early the next morning for a run and scouted out a route for her “Homes and Gardens” tour.

I followed Jo up the streets of St. John’s (I came back from the Voyage of the Viking with awesome calf muscles) and there was plenty to see. The houses were colorful to say the least. After walking for a while I spotted a cemetery and knew it was out destination.

We spent almost an hour exploring. Cemeteries are neither creepy nor morbid to me, but they have so many stories to tell. Unlike in Scandinavia, the majority of this cemetery’s occupants had lived short lives and many head stones told stories of how they had died. This cemetery was also interesting because some sections were divided by occupation. There were a few sections dedicated to priests, a section for the teachers of the city, a section of nuns, and several sections military. I think we could have spent much longer there. Although the cemetery was old and could have used a little TLC, it was beautiful. Another great adventure in another great port.