It was a restless night for all of us, but the crossing was smooth and peaceful. When the sun rose, we still had a few hours before we would arrive in Agentia. We could see the coast of Newfoundland in the distance, growing closer and closer. On time, maybe even early, the ship arrived!
In short order, the ferrymen had us unloaded and on our way.
Standing and waiting for us at the gate (literally) was Brenda's sister Regina!
And just beyond where she stood were the official welcoming signs for our last province on this trek! But this still wasn't home for Brenda. That would come later.
We stopped to take Norman's picture with the ferry in the background and to meet up with Regina. We then headed for Witless Bay to see Brenda's mom. Brenda hasn't been home for quite a few years, and she was anxious to see her mom.
Witless Bay is a pretty town on the shore with signs cautioning drivers to watch for baby puffins!
Brenda and her mom up for a seafood scoff...
...along with Regina!
And of course, the meal had to be prepared in the traditional fashion. There were fishcakes, cods' tongues, and Atlantic salmon. Emily had a stir fry. I had fish & chips.
The night on the ferry was the Titanic, this night was the Wellington! Norman had to sleep on his own this night as we bunked with Brenda's family in her condo. A bit of luxury before the final marathon on this trip, the ninth marathon!!
