Last summer’s trip to Canada’s East Coast was a three-week adventure. We piled our four kids into the diesel pick-up, hooked on the camping trailer, and away we went. When I was growing up, my dad liked to be spontaneous about our travels–no reservations, no specific plans, just a road map and my mother’s patience to get the ten of us to wherever we ended up. Those great trips provided us with lots of memories, but I have a completely opposite philosophy to my dad’s. I spent hours planning our itinerary, only to have to adjust it on the very first day because we left too late. No matter–a few adjustments later, we made it to our ultimate destination of St. John’s, Newfoundland. Its architecture is so renowned, it merits its own Wikipedia page (found here). These are a few of the many photos we took as we toured the downtown, famous for its brightly-painted townhouses. I would love to get back there someday, and spend more time enjoying these streets.