The Airporter shuttle was picking me up near the train/bus station at 1:30 this afternoon, so I didn’t plan much for the morning. Julie suggested I take her car into town and leave it parked in a lot for her to pick up tonight, which turned out to be a fantastic idea.

My choice for the morning was the Museum of Natural History, which was okay but nothing to write home about. I did like the exhibit on quill art as I knew nothing on the subject.

The rest of the day was the usual going back home stuff. It was pouring by the time I exited the museum and I was a soaking wet, frozen, and a tad grumpy when I finally made it back to the train station to kill the forty-five minutes or so until my shuttle arrived. My poor bones just can’t handle dampness. I look forward to the dry heat and cold of the Prairies!

The Shuttle arrived on schedule and I was at the airport by 2:30. For some reason, I always forget that I have to go through security, so I almost plopped myself down before the checkpoint. *shakes head*

Friday’s flight had been smooth with an almost unnoticeable landing, but such was not the case tonight. There was a nasty bit of turbulence and the landing was quite hard, but takeoff was worth it. We left in peasoup fog and climbed and climbed and climbed… Suddenly, we burst out of the clouds into a brilliant blue sky. At the horizon, a large swath of rainbow separated grey from blue.

To sum up, Halifax was okay. Like Minneapolis, it’s a tad cold in attitude and inapproachable and should probably be experienced in the summer, when the tourist trade is at its peak. But the people are extremely friendly, the seafood is awesome, and the scenery is spectacular.

I find it interesting that the in-air magazine on the flight to San Francisco had an article about Toronto, which wound up being my next stop. The on train magazine for the Toronto trip had an article about Halifax, which was my next stop. Boarding the plane on Friday, there was a touristy video playing. It was about Manitoba.

Dum da dum dum.