When you are standing on a wharf at the water’s edge and the 90,900 ton Queen Elizabeth blows its horn, your teeth rattle. You can feel it deep in your being. So begins the excitement of Halifax harbor.
Although our ancestors never returned to their beloved Acadie, many Acadians were able to return and begin life anew. Their farmlands which had been tamed and cultivated over generations were now the property of English farmers. The Acadians were given the less fertile land near the coast. Once again these Acadians tamed the land, planted crops and many became fishermen. The living history museum of Le Village Historique Acadien provides a vignette of what life was like for Acadians of the region in the early 1900s.
The Canadian Maritimes is a beautiful area full of small towns, friendly people and serene coastlines. As much as we enjoyed all the Maritimes has to offer, our mission for this trip was to “Walk in the Footsteps of our Ancestors”. We accomplished our mission – we found cousins, made many new friends, enjoyed what the area offered.
This post is the hardest and most difficult we have ever written. It is personal, about family, about loses, about sorrow and about much joy, fortitude and determination.
Our time on the Cabot Trail was one of awe and beauty and nothing can take away from the sights and sounds. But being foodies, we could not take a drive on the Cabot Trail without stopping for food every so often.
The morning was crisp with a blue sky and mild winds as we set out on our adventure. Knowing it would be a long day, we stopped first for breakfast and coffee. Sitting on the outdoor patio enjoying coffee, we looked out toward the ocean almost smelling the salt air. This was our first stop on the Cabot Trail.
