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Bastille Day in St. Pierre & Miquelon!

(Ville de St. Pierre, St. Pierre et Miquelon, France)

Our visit to St. Pierre & Miquelon was carefully timed to coincide with Bastille Day.   Known in French as la fête nationale, or just le quatorze juillet, it commemorates the storming of the Bastille on July 14, 1789, and celebrates the birth of the modern nation of France.  It’s just as meaningful as July 1 in Canada or July 4 in the U.S.A. and this was our chance to experience it without crossing (much of) the Atlantic Ocean.

Residents of St. Pierre & Miquelon are clearly proud to be part of France.  Despite the small population of their territory, there was a full slate of events on July 14.  The central square (place du Général-de-Gaulle) was closed to traffic and was festooned with flags, booths and picnic tables, as well as a concert stage.  Each booth was operated by a different club or organization for fundraising purposes; no commercial operators were permitted within the square’s boundaries.

Bastille Day soccer action between local clubs A.S.I.A. and A.S.S.P in St. Pierre
Bastille Day soccer action between local clubs A.S.I.A.(in yellow and black) and A.S.S.P. (in white and green) in St. Pierre

We were on hand for the “vin d’honneur” proceedings at 12:00 noon.   I’m not sure of the exact reason for this event but it involved the town’s presentation of hundreds of litres of vin d’honneur to those in attendance.  You only needed a cup or a glass…and the volunteers would fill it up for you with kir, a mixture of white wine and crème de cassis (a blackcurrant liqueur).  It didn’t last long:  by 12:20 p.m., the free kir was gone.

Red-shirted volunteers distribute the vin d'honneur (and local cold cuts) on Bastille Day in St. Pierre
Red-shirted volunteers distribute the vin d’honneur (and local cold cuts) on Bastille Day in St. Pierre

The festival booths were mostly set up for food, drinks or games.  The booth operated by the local humane society caught my eye, as it was serving paella.    I’ve never had a proper paella and I thought that I might as well experience it here for the first time.   In addition to some chicken, my helping included shrimp, clams and…squid.   Squid was another first for me and I was pleased to discover that it was actually quite good.   Other offerings included a rather cloudy and apparently homemade spruce beer.

Paella and kir at La Fête nationale in St. Pierre
Paella and kir at La Fête Nationale in St. Pierre

Music, ranging from traditional accordion music to Caribbean zumba workout music, lasted throughout the day.  There were also various sports events.  We enjoyed the fiercely-contested soccer game between the two top local teams.   The game was decided on penalty kicks after being tied up in the final 30 seconds of regulation time.

Pétanque at La Boule du Calvaire in St. Pierre
Pétanque at La Boule du Calvaire in St. Pierre

Ice hockey is also popular here in the winter but the arena was closed for the summer.  Instead, we enjoyed watching some of the pétanque and pelote basque competitions.  Pétanque  (similar to bocce and lawn bowling) is played in a relatively small space, while pelote basque (similar to jai alai and also known simply as pelota) is a game of Basque origin played outdoors on a huge court in front of a huge wall.    It remains particularly popular in Spain, France and anywhere that has a Basque diaspora.  St. Pierre’s pelota court, known as Zazpiak Bat, was built in 1906 and takes up an entire block of the town.

Zazpiak Bat:  the local Basque pelota court in the centre of St. Pierre
Zazpiak Bat: the local Basque pelota court in the centre of St. Pierre

We looked forward to the fireworks display that was scheduled for 10:15 p.m.  However, with fog rolling in, the decision was made to have the fireworks at 9:45 p.m. instead.  We were still eating dinner at that time but we had window seats and could see the fireworks from our restaurant table.

A large crowd remains after the fireworks (and the arrival of fog) at the Bastille Day celebrations
A large crowd remains after the fireworks (and the arrival of fog) at the Bastille Day celebrations

We had a great time helping to celebrate la fête nationale in St. Pierre.  It was interesting to see such a strong connection between France and St. Pierre & Miquelon, despite the territory’s isolation.  Perhaps the distance and isolation make the French identity stronger:  I am not aware of any movement to join Canada or to become an independent state.  Everybody here seems perfectly happy to keep things exactly the way they are.  In fact, in some ways, St. Pierre & Miquelon may even be more “French” than France itself.

Our first evening in St. Pierre & Miquelon

(Ville de St. Pierre, St. Pierre & Miquelon, France)

St. Pierre & Miquelon is a territory in transition. It has a strong maritime tradition but, subsequent to the cod fishing moratorium, it has looked for other sources of revenue. France is now promoting the islands as a tourist destination but its relative inaccessibility and the very short tourist season mean that private investment in tourism is still not that high. On the plus side, this means that there are few “tourist traps” and that most local businesses must also appeal to the island residents.

Colourful houses on the steep streets of St. Pierre
Colourful houses on the steep streets of St. Pierre

Our B&B was reasonably priced and dramatically situated but its almost-Himalayan altitude on the outskirts of town meant that, in order to avoid exhaustion, our trips downtown needed to be very well-planned.  Our first trip was for dinner on the waterfront at a French restaurant called L’Atelier Gourmand; to avoid disappointment, we had made reservations online before leaving Pouch Cove.  This turned out to be a masterstroke, as there were apparently only two restaurants open that evening.

The quiet streets of downtown St. Pierre
The quiet streets of downtown St. Pierre

We don’t often eat French food; I’m really not a fan of foods such as foie gras and the excess (for my taste) of garlic used in Provençal cooking.  However, this dinner was a reminder that it is a mistake to overlook a country’s cuisine simply because some elements do not hold much appeal.

The humble exterior of L'Atelier Gourmand in St. Pierre
The humble exterior of L’Atelier Gourmand in St. Pierre

Our dinner at L’Atelier Gourmand was excellent.  I was hoping to have L’émincé de volaille au citron vert et pommes (poultry with lime and apples) but there was none left.  My second choice was Le filet de porc avec sauce balsamique et framboise (pork tenderloin with balsamic and raspberry sauce) and it turned out to be delicious.  To accompany our meal, we had a bottle of dry apple cider from Normandy…it was also excellent.

My main course at L'Atelier Gourmand in St. Pierre
My main course (filet de porc avec sauce balsamique et framboise) at L’Atelier Gourmand in St. Pierre

For dessert, my choice was La mousse platebière dans sa coque (cloudberry mousse in an edible chocolate cup).  Cloudberries (also known as bakeapples) are rather sweet orange berries found in remote northern locales such as Finland and Newfoundland.   I find them a little too sweet on their own but they were great in a mousse.  The rest of our posse was unanimous in praise of their respective selections too.  In fact, we enjoyed our dinner so much that we made reservations for the following night at the same restaurant!

My dessert:  la mousse platebière dans sa coque
My dessert: la mousse platebière dans sa coque

After dinner, I took advantage of the lingering daylight to “goat” on the steep rocky outcrops overlooking our B&B.   The outcrops were just steep and high enough to give some inspiring views (see photo at the top of this post) over the town of St. Pierre.

"Le Chat Luthier" in downtown St. pierre
“Le Cafe du Chat Luthier”, another cafe/restaurant in downtown St. Pierre

After only  a couple of hours in St. Pierre & Miquelon, it began to feel like we had escaped to the France of our imaginations…with houses and climate from Newfoundland!  There was no Riviera, of course, but there were enough European touches to differentiate this tiny archipelago from the Canadian province that almost surrounds it.

The next day was a very special day for not just St. Pierre & Miquelon but for all of France.  There was anticipation in the air and we were all looking forward to  experiencing this special day as well.  Stay tuned for the details!

Road Trip from Canada to…France!

(Ville de St. Pierre, St. Pierre & Miquelon, France)

France once had an extensive North American empire. While its cultural footprint remains, New France is now represented territorially only by the islands of St. Pierre & Miquelon. The islands form a self-governing overseas territory of France, having a population of just 6,000 people, located about 25 km off the coast of Newfoundland. It changed hands many times over the years, most recently passing back into the possession of France in 1816.  While much of the population claims French descent (particularly from Normandy and Brittany), there is also a significant Basque presence.

Morris the Moose, at the Irving Gas Station in Goobies, Newfoundland & Labrador
Morris the Moose, at the Irving Gas Station in Goobies, Newfoundland & Labrador

I have long wondered what it would be like to visit this most remote piece of Europe.  The stars finally aligned this year and we were able to carve out enough time to make it happen.  It does take some planning:  other than prohibitively expensive flights, the only public access is by ferry from the village of Fortune, Newfoundland.   The ferry runs about once per day in each direction during the “high season” (roughly June to September).  If you’re lucky and the weather cooperates, the trip itself takes about an hour.

Proof that the Irving Gas Station in Goobies is, in fact, the home of Morris the Moose
Proof that the Irving Gas Station in Goobies is, in fact, the home of Morris the Moose

But the port of Fortune is by no means easy to reach.  It takes more than two hours to get there from Goobies (yes, that’s the name), the nearest access point on the Trans-Canada Highway.  Even Goobies is remote; it is a couple of hours west on the Trans-Canada Highway from St. John’s.  All of this must be done by private vehicle:  there is no public transportation.   I kept an eye out for, but failed to see, the legendary moose population of Newfoundland.  Already this year, there have been more than 660 moose-motor vehicle accidents in Newfoundland.

Le Cabestan, the summer passenger ferry between Fortune and St. Pierre
Le Cabestan, the summer passenger ferry between Fortune and St. Pierre

After parking the car in Fortune, we boarded “Le Cabestan” and looked forward to a scenic ocean journey to France.  This did not happen.  We were expecting to combat any potential seasickness by staying outside during the crossing (because of our Icelandic adventure).  Alas, for safety reasons, passengers were not allowed outside the ferry’s cabin.

Sure enough, as soon as we left Fortune’s harbour, the boat started rocking.  Most of the motion was “up and down” rather than “side to side” but the crew were quickly handing out lots of paper towels and white paper bags.  The seats were creaking from the dramatic lurches every couple of seconds.   We closed our eyes for virtually the entire journey, hoping that it would be easier on our brains if they didn’t have to deal with the visual disorientation as well.

Arrival in France!  Ferry passengers proceed to the border control facility upon arrival in St. Pierre & Miquelon
Arrival in France! Ferry passengers proceed to the border control facility upon arrival in St. Pierre & Miquelon

Everything finally settled down about 90 minutes later when we reached St. Pierre.   The flags of France and the European Union greeted us as we disembarked and headed into an old building marked “Douane”.   After being processed by the authorities and receiving a very rare St. Pierre & Miquelon passport stamp, we were in France! Check out the colourful “main street” in the photo at the top of this post.

The harbour of St. Pierre, with the customs and postal buildings
The harbour of St. Pierre, with the customs and postal buildings

Many countries in Latin America use both their own currency and another foreign currency (usually American dollars).  However, St. Pierre & Miquelon proudly uses the Euro…and only the Euro.  Neglect to bring Euros at your peril!  The time is also set one half-hour ahead of Newfoundland time.  And despite its proximity to English-speaking Newfoundland, your trip to St. Pierre & Miquelon will be easier if you are able to speak at least some French.  Any efforts at speaking the language, no matter how inept, will be greeted warmly.

There are many colourful houses in St. Pierre
There are many colourful houses in St. Pierre

Even though it took a bit of preparation, we had a great time in St. Pierre & Miquelon.  My next couple of posts will go into much more detail about the unique experiences we had in this fascinating piece of “Overseas Europe”.

The East Coast Trail

(Pouch Cove, Newfoundland & Labrador, Canada)

While Gros Morne National Park on Newfoundland’s west coast justifiably gets a lot of attention, we’ve enjoyed hiking on the east coast too.  Over the past few days, we’ve hiked some very scenic (and very different) portions of the East Coast Trail near the villages of Pouch Cove and Bauline.

Just north of Pouch Cove, Newfoundland & Labrador
The first step is a doozy:  just north of Pouch Cove, Newfoundland & Labrador

South of Pouch Cove, towards Shoe Cove, the trail begins with some very blustery and exposed sections just above the shoreline.  However, the trail then veers steeply upward into some surprisingly thick and lush forest…it felt almost like the coast of British Columbia!  The predominant theme here, however, was the constant roar of the ocean.  It is so loud that I thought I was hearing thunder.

East Coast Trail, just south of Pouch Cove
East Coast Trail, just south of Pouch Cove

North of Pouch Cove, en route to Cape Francis, the trail quickly becomes dominated by rock…some of it quite loose.

Sharp and loose rocks make up the East Coast Trail, north of Pouch Cove
Sharp and loose rocks make up the East Coast Trail, north of Pouch Cove

We scrambled by the evocatively-named Horrid Gulch (site of the 19th-century shipwreck of the Water Witch) and eventually found ourselves with a commanding view of both the remote coast (see photo at the top of this post…and note the size of the hikers on the nearest cliff) and the sprawling village of Pouch Cove.  I was thankful for my hiking shoes here:  the sharp rocks would have been devastating to ordinary running shoes.

North of Pouch Cove on the East Coast Trail
North of Pouch Cove on the East Coast Trail

Next up was the village of Bauline on the northwest coast of the Avalon Peninsula.  Walking around Bauline was like stepping back in time.  Located under a brooding mountain, its steep streets are lined with lobster traps and its harbour seems to be permanently enveloped by a salty mist.  It looked exactly the same as it did when I was here in 2001, with the exception of some new street signs.  While Bauline is by no means an isolated outport, it definitely gives you a flavour of life in a remote and historic fishing village.

Bauline, Newfoundland & Labrador
Bauline, Newfoundland & Labrador

The East Coast Trail here is different too:  the landscape is harsh and there are very few hikers.   Bring strong footwear…and be careful on the roads.  There are apocalyptic potholes on the road between Pouch Cove and Bauline.

Houses near the East Coast Trail access point at Bauline, Newfoundland & Labrador
Houses near the East Coast Trail access point at Bauline, Newfoundland & Labrador

Next up is an exciting an unusual international journey:  check out my next post to find out which country is surprisingly easy to reach from Newfoundland!

Here and There on the Avalon Peninsula

(Pouch Cove, Newfoundland & Labrador, Canada)

The city of St. John’s dominates life on the Avalon Peninsula.  We’ve visited a couple of times already and we will pass through the city a few more times before returning home.  It is known for its colourful houses, some of which appear in the photo at the top of this post.  It’s not just one street:  you see these all over the downtown core.  Some of the newer buildings in the suburbs are also being built in the same style.

Gower Street in downtown St. John's
Gower Street in downtown St. John’s

Driving in St. John’s can be a challenge.  It’s an old city and sometimes the sightlines and merging streets can take you by surprise.  However, the scariest part is the steepness of the streets that descend to the harbour. You need very good brakes here…and you need to check them often.  I can’t imagine what it is like to drive here in the winter when there is snow and/or ice on the roads.

Massive rhododendrons at the botanical gardens of the Memorial University of Newfoundland
Massive rhododendrons at the botanical gardens of the Memorial University of Newfoundland

We squeezed in a visit to the Botanical Gardens at the Memorial University of Newfoundland.   This turned out to be a huge facility:  not just a “traditional” botanical garden but also a well-annotated series of trails through boreal forest and pond environments.  You could spend a few hours here if you wanted to see everything.

We also visited the Johnson Geo Centre located “inside” Signal Hill.  The structure itself is probably worth the cost of admission alone; it’s difficult to imagine how they blasted so deeply into 500 million year-old rock to build it.

Crowd assembling at Middle Cove for the rolling of the capelin
Crowd assembling at Middle Cove for the rolling of the capelin

While the focus at the Geo Centre is clearly on geology, we focused on two aquatic themes:  the ill-fated journey of the Titanic and the journey to the Mariana Trench (the deepest place on earth).  In hindsight, it is surprising how many warnings the Titanic received (and ignored) about treacherous iceberg conditions in the North Atlantic.  The various warnings are all on display at the Geo Centre.  While most people are familiar with the story (from the movie, if nothing else), it is of course more intense when you have just seen icebergs off the very same coast where the Titanic sank.

The crowd is jostling for the incoming capelin at Middle Cove
The crowd is jostling for the incoming capelin at Middle Cove

We also saw a 3-D movie chronicling the journey of James Cameron (the same guy who directed the Titanic movie) in a special sphere to the bottom of the Mariana Trench…almost 36,000 feet below sea level.  While th 3-D effect seemed a little corny at first, it ultimately proved to be well-suited to a documentary picture.

A big event around here is when the “capelin are rolling”.  These small fish periodically wash ashore in huge numbers; it is a highly anticipated (and free!) opportunity to harvest a lot of fish.  It is particularly impressive in the darkness, as the fish are iridescent.  I took a few pictures at Middle Cove, where locals and visitors alike were laden with nets and buckets, jostling for the best position.  Although we didn’t stay long enough for the capelin to roll, we did get a strong sense of the excitement.

Pouch Cove at night
Pouch Cove at night

We generally end each day with a walk around our home base of Pouch Cove.  It is very refreshing, as the last few nights have been well below 10’C even before considering the effect of the coastal wind.   While I brought shorts along, I don’t think I will need them at all on this trip.  We are both enjoying change from the summer heat and humidity in Kingston.

Journey to the Edge of Canada!

(Pouch Cove, Newfoundland & Labrador, Canada)

The year of Canadian travel continues. After visiting the western provinces of Saskatchewan and British Columbia earlier this year, I am now at the easternmost fringe of Canada. We’ll be based in Pouch Cove (pronounced “pooch”) for the next few days before moving on to the international portion of our journey. More on that later…

The restaurant scene on the west end of Duckworth Street, St. John's.
The restaurant scene on the west end of Duckworth Street, St. John’s.

I haven’t been to Pouch Cove since late 2007.  Even in that short period of time, however, there has been a lot of development on the road between St. John’s (Newfoundland’s capital and largest city) and Pouch Cove. Fortunately, Pouch Cove itself remains more or less the same…there are no big-box stores out here yet!

I was hoping that we would see see some icebergs drifting by, as this part of the province is in “Iceberg Alley”. An even bigger bonus would be seeing some whales. It’s the right time of year for both of these massive phenomena but everything depends on the weather, wind direction, etc.

A large boat passing through "The Narrows", as seen from near the top of Signal Hill
A large boat passing through “The Narrows”, as seen from near the top of Signal Hill

As it turns out, we didn’t have to wait long.  Thanks to an expert’s referral to an “Iceberg Tracker” website, we discovered that icebergs had been sighted near both Signal Hill and Logy Bay.  After a simple but enjoyable lunch at an Afghani restaurant called “Afghan Restaurant” on Duckworth Street in St. John’s, we drove to the top of Signal Hill.

First glimpse of my first iceberg - as seen from near the bottom of Signal Hill
First glimpse of my first iceberg – as seen from near the bottom of Signal Hill

Signal Hill towers over the Atlantic Ocean:  this is where Marconi received the first transatlantic wireless transmission in 1901.  Despite the beautiful view, no icebergs were visible.  However, my inner goat got the best of me and I decided to hike down from Signal Hill to the Atlantic Ocean.  It is a very steep trail and most people looked exhausted upon returning.  I was not deterred:  for some reason, this was something I really needed to do.

The Narrows (with iceberg in the distance at far left)
The Narrows (with iceberg in the distance at far left)

After about 15 minutes of cautiously descending, I finally understood why “the call” was so strong:  the iceberg was there, out of sight of the crowds at the top of Signal Hill but visible to the few who dared descend to the ocean.  If you’ve never seen an iceberg before, I can tell you it is a humbling experience.  Even though this one was a couple of kilometers away, it still looked huge.    When you consider that about 90% of an iceberg’s mass is located underwater, it is even more impressive.

The rugged Atlantic coast, near Middle Bay
The rugged Atlantic coast, near Middle Bay

Now having an appetite for icebergs, we drove to Logy Bay to see if the other one was also visible.  We didn’t have to work very hard:  we saw it about 30 seconds after leaving the parking lot (see photo at the top of this post).  This one was much closer and therefore appeared much bigger.  It also put on a show, as we heard a loud boom and then saw smaller pieces on either side.  It had “calved” right before our eyes!  Our whale cousins must be impressed by icebergs too, as we saw whales breaching several times just to the east of the iceberg.

Iceberg in the Atlantic Ocean, at Logy Bay
Iceberg in the Atlantic Ocean, at Logy Bay

Seeing these icebergs was a great way to start our Newfoundland visit…we’re really looking forward to seeing more of this unique part of Canada!

Travel Flashback: Unusual Sights in East-Central Alberta (2013)

(Kingston, Ontario, Canada)

I took a lot of pictures at the Ukrainian Cultural Heritage Village; I’ve included a few more here (including the picture above) that weren’t in my original post on that fascinating site.  There are many other things to see east of Edmonton, however.

The giant sausage monument in Mundare, Alberta
The giant sausage monument in Mundare, Alberta

Near Vegreville and its giant Pysanka, there is another rural community with a huge monument.  Mundare is neither as large nor as famous as Vegreville but it honours its roots with…a giant sausage!   It sounds a little peculiar but the biggest business in town is indeed Stawnichy’s Meat Processing, right on the main street of Mundare.  There was a substantial Polish and Ukrainian population in the area so Woytko Stawnichy established a small grocery store here in 1959 with one small sausage smoker.

Ukrainian Cultural Heritage Village
Ukrainian Cultural Heritage Village

Over time, the sausage business prospered and became the focus of the Stawnichy family business.  To better service its loyal customers who now live and work in the big city,  there is even a Mundare Sausage House (and the associated Uncle Ed’s Restaurant) in the provincial capital of Edmonton.  However, the manufacturing facility and the heart of the business remains in tiny Mundare.  We didn’t go deep into the facility but were given some “Stawnichy’s Sausage” pins as souvenirs.  A tip and/or a warning, depending on how you feel about such aromas:  even the reception area smells strongly of sausage.

The Hilliard Hotel - formerly located in Hilliard, Alberta, and now in the Ukrainian Cultural Heritage Village
The Hilliard Hotel – formerly located in Hilliard, Alberta, and now in the Ukrainian Cultural Heritage Village

I would have loved to see more of the giant “monuments” in Alberta., such as the world’s largest pierogi in Glendon, the world’s largest badminton racquet in St. Albert, the world’s largest bee in Falher, the world’s largest beaver in Beaverlodge, or the world’s largest golf tee in Trochu.   Seeing all of Western Canada’s strange structures could easily form the basis of a bizarre road trip.  As we needed to return to our home base in Camrose that evening, we reluctantly started to head back via the town of Viking,

Entrance to the "Viking Troll Park" in Viking, Alberta
Entrance to the “Viking Troll Park” in Viking, Alberta

Most Canadian hockey fans will recognize Viking as the home of the Sutter brothers.  Incredibly, six brothers from the Sutter family all went on to play professional hockey in the National Hockey League.   While Viking recognizes its claim to fame, the town is extremely quiet and otherwise typical of many other farming communities in this part of the province.  The name “Viking” comes from the large number of Scandinavian immigrants who settled here.   There is even a “Viking Troll Park”, pictured above.

Modern grain elevators at Viking, Alberta
Modern grain elevators at Viking, Alberta

In our ongoing mission to support independent restaurants, we found ourselves at the “Viking Burger Queen” for dinner.   It was by no means fancy but we quite enjoyed chowing down on some substantial pizzas after a long day on the road.

The "Viking Burger Queen" in Viking, Alberta
The “Viking Burger Queen”  (and part of our tank/truck) in Viking, Alberta

As I’ve mentioned in some of my previous posts, we are about to head out on another adventure.   We are visiting one of the extremities of Canada but will also be visiting another country during the trip.  Notwithstanding the very rough sailing experience described in one of my recent blogs, we will be braving the open seas once again to make this an international trip.  It just might be the strangest international trip you can make by boat from Canada.

Intrigued?  I expect to be posting a little more frequently over the next couple of weeks, although that will naturally depend on the availability of Internet access.   Stay tuned!

Travel Flashback: The Ukrainians in Alberta (2013)

(Kingston, Ontario, Canada)

After visiting the Northwest Territories, we stopped off in Alberta to visit family and do some wandering in the less-touristed areas east of Edmonton.

We had reserved a mid-sized rental car but we were in for a surprise when we arrived at the Edmonton Airport…there were no mid-sized cars left.  Our choice: a jeep or a “mid-sized” pick-up truck. As we rather like the protection that doors offer, we opted for the mid-sized truck.  “Mid-sized” for Alberta, perhaps, but absolutely gigantic to our urban Ontario eyes. Anyway, we certainly felt safe in what we affectionately called “the tank”.

Ukrainian Cultural Heritage Village
Ukrainian Cultural Heritage Village

Having a vehicle allowed us the luxury of seeing some small-town sights:  public transportation is not terribly well-developed in Canada and rural Alberta is no exception.  On our first full day with the truck, we visited two Ukrainian-themed sights:  the Ukrainian Cultural Heritage Village, just east of Elk Island National Park, and the town of Vegreville.   We also visited some other small towns but I will save those for future posts!

This would have been from the very early days of Ukrainian settlement in Alberta
This would have been from the very early days of Ukrainian settlement in Alberta

We spent several hours at the Ukrainian Cultural Heritage Village.  It is a collection of historic buildings from all over eastern Alberta that have been moved to a single location.  It is like you are in a typical Alberta village from the early twentieth century that has a sizable Ukrainian immigrant population.

It’s not just a bunch of relocated buildings, however.  Most of the buildings are “inhabited” by role-playing guides.  We could actually talk to the shopkeeper, the sergeant at the R.C.M.P. detachment, and the labourer at the grain elevator (see photo at top of post)…all of them remaining in character (and even speaking with Ukrainian accents, where appropriate) throughout.

A building supply store from the past (note the Ukrainian text) at the Ukrainian Cultural Heritage Village
A building supply store from the past (note the Ukrainian text) at the Ukrainian Cultural Heritage Village

The churches were anticipated highlights, of course, reminding us of what we had seen in Finland and Estonia the previous summer.  However, we were equally as impressed by a couple of buildings on the outskirts of “town”.  One was a sod house, being an immigrant’s first Canadian home, while the other was a slightly sturdier and roomier house that might have been an immigrant’s second Canadian home.

Sod house at the Ukrainian Cultural Heritage Village
Sod house at the Ukrainian Cultural Heritage Village

Being inside the sod house was a real revelation for us.  Until then, it had been very difficult to visualize what immigrant life was like in Canada one hundred years ago:  most buildings surviving from that era belonged to established and relatively affluent Canadians.   Surviving in such a dark and damp house must have been incredibly challenging.  And we saw it in the summer:  how would it have been during the frigid Albertan winter with so little daylight?

A grocery store specializing in products for the Ukrainian community
A grocery store specializing in products for the Ukrainian community

After a lunch of perogies, sausage and cabbage, we drove east along the Yellowhead Highway to the town of Vegreville.  Small Alberta towns are known for their oversized “sculptures” that reflect the special features of that community.  Vegreville had a substantial Ukrainian population, so the decision was made to commission a massive Pysanka (Ukrainian Easter Egg) as part of the R.C.M.P.  Centennial celebrations in 1974.

The world's largest Pysanka (Vegreville, Alberta)
The world’s largest Pysanka (Vegreville, Alberta)

The Vegreville Pysanka is quite famous – it has even appeared on Canadian stamps and been visited by Queen Elizabeth II.  But it’s not just big:  it moves!  It also was quite a technical accomplishment, as the design was the first computer modeling of an egg.   While we didn’t stay in Vegreville for very long, it was still a nice way to “cap” our Ukrainian immigrant experience.

My next blog entry will focus on some other highlights (though not necessarily famous ones) of our Alberta visit.  In the meantime, we are busy planning for our international journey in July!

Travel Flashback: Andermatt 2012

(Kingston, Ontario, Canada)

A couple of months ago, I wrote about skiing in the famous Swiss ski resort of St. Moritz.  We did it on the cheap by staying in a rather “rustic” pension in the nearby village of Celerina.  Seeking even more Alpine fun, a couple of us moved on to the remote village of Andermatt for some additional skiing.

Andermatt could not be more different from St. Moritz.  No champagne and caviar: everybody was here to ski.  A lot.  Andermatt is one of those smaller-scale resorts that attracts hard-core skiers because of the extensive off-piste opportunities.

Pausing halfway between Andermatt and Sedrun
Pausing halfway between Andermatt and Sedrun – clearly having a miserable time in the March sun

How hard-core were the skiers here? We’re usually among the first on the slopes, but here we never saw anybody else at breakfast. The breakfast room opened at 7:00 a.m. and everybody was out of there by 7:15 a.m. when we arrived.

Although the total number of lifts and pistes wasn’t on the same scale as Zermatt, for example, the vertical drop was still huge. It was also possible to ratchet over to the nearby resort of Sedrun, as it was included in the same lift pass.

You can ski right through real villages here!  This is just above Sedrun.
You can ski right through real villages here! This is just above Sedrun.

Whether we were in Andermatt, Sedrun, or somewhere in between, we never had to line up for the lifts.  I didn’t see too many day trippers here:  it’s just a little too far from big cities, at least by central European standards.  With no crowds, it was relatively easy to ski every single marked piste in the combined ski areas…and then return to our favourites over and over again.

Figuring out the best route down - high above Andermatt on the Gemsstock
A mock-serious moment high above Andermatt, scoping  out the best route down from the top of the Gemsstock

We also saw a lot of unusual things.  One fellow (who, like a number of the skiers here, was a real individualist) brought his dog with him on the chairlift.  That was cute, although I wondered how he would ski while carrying the dog.  The answer:  his dog RAN down the pistes!  I’ve never seen anything like it.  It was a fairly large retriever and he just took off after his swift-skiing owner all the way down.   I don’t think I’ve ever seen a dog that happy.  He had the goofiest grin on his face as he jumped into his owner’s arms at the bottom of the next lift. In a smaller resort like Andermatt, this kind of thing can happen.

The narrow main street of Andermatt:  lots of snow even in mid-March!
The narrow main street of Andermatt: lots of snow even in mid-March!

The town itself was pretty sedate, especially after the slopes had closed for the day:  it was nothing like the pumping party scene you might find in the larger Austrian resorts.   I remember how loud the squeaking snow sounded as we walked back to our hotel at night.  You could see thousands of stars in the sky and really feel like you were “off the grid”.   This was also one of the few Swiss resorts where we could afford a hotel room with our own bathroom.

The bottom of the piste...and our hotel in Andermatt!
The bottom of the piste…and our hotel in Andermatt!

Staying here for an entire week here might be pushing it, unless you hired a guide to explore the back country.  However, as you can probably tell from the pictures, I had a blast being a scruffy powder hound here for a few days…an enjoyable contrast to the Belle Époque elegance of St. Moritz.

Travel Flashback: Verona, Italy 2013

(Kingston, Ontario, Canada)

Walking through Verona, Ontario reminded me that I recently enjoyed a visit to the “original” Verona in northern Italy. I hadn’t planned to visit Verona but it was the closest airport to Val Gardena (where we were about to ski) and the rest of our ski posse wasn’t flying into Verona until the next day. Would we be able to spend 24 hours in Verona? Easily!

For many English speakers, Verona is familiar because of Shakespeare. There are “The Two Gentleman of Verona”, of course, and there is also “The Taming of the Shrew”. However, it is probably best known as the location of “Romeo and Juliet”.

"The" balcony at Casa di Giulietta in Verona, Italy
“The” balcony at Casa di Giulietta in Verona, Italy

Yes, there is a courtyard where you can wander in and see Juliet’s house (La Casa di Giulietta) and Juliet’s balcony.  Interestingly, Shakespeare was not the first person to write about Romeo and Juliet: the first version was written by Luigi da Porto in 1530.  There is actually some historical basis for the story, as there were in fact two feuding families (the Capelletti and Montecchi, rather than the Capulets and Montagues) who lived in Verona at the time.

The Verona Arena is right in the middle of downtown Verona
The Verona Arena is right in the middle of downtown Verona

Whether La Casa di Giulietta has any true historical connection to Shakespeare’s play is extremely questionable…but it certainly looks like a proper medieval balcony in a courtyard. And, for true romantics, it is possible get married here: civil ceremonies are performed on Mondays, when the house is closed to tours.

Sunset at the Verona Arena
Sunset at the Verona Arena

For me, however, the highlight of Verona was its Arena.  It dates back to 30 A.D. and is the third largest of its kind (the Colosseum in Rome is the largest).  It doesn’t look that large from the main piazza but that is partially the result of a sinking structure…or a rising city.   Once we got inside, the true scale was revealed.

A hidden corner of downtown Verona, seen from just inside the walls of the Verona Arena
A hidden corner of downtown Verona, seen from just inside the walls of the Verona Arena

Walking around the tunnels was somewhat eerie, as I thought about how much history had played out here in the two thousand years since it was built.  The lower levels of Rome’s Colosseum were not accessible during our visit there in 2014, so I am really glad that I had the chance to explore the structure in Verona.  It also was much less crowded than the Colosseum…and we could climb all over the place as it is still used for special events.

View across the Adige River in Verona
View across the Adige River in Verona to Castello San Pietro

Many operatic performances (featuring legends such as Maria Callas) have taken place here but lately it has become a popular location for concerts by rock’s aristocracy.  Recent concerts have included Pink Floyd, The Who, Paul McCartney, Sting and Peter Gabriel, to name a few.  The Arena could accommodate 30,000 spectators when it was first built but for safety reasons the capacity is considerably less today.

Via Mazzini, in downtown Verona (also visible on right side of the photo at the top of this post)
Via Mazzini, in downtown Verona (also visible on right side of the photo at the top of this post)

There’s much more to Verona than just the Arena and Shakespeare.  We climbed up a small “mountain” for views over the city and found ourselves dodging more than one Roman relic.   Even walking through the relatively new shopping district at dusk was magical:  the white marble streets (just like in Dubrovnik) lent a special glow to the evening.

While there is plenty to see here, Verona in March was not overrun.  At this time of year, there seemed to be a nice balance between real Veronese life and happy tourists.  Life felt good here:  while I may not return to Venice or Milan anytime soon, I can see myself making an effort to get reacquainted with the “original” Verona.