No, really. Cape Breton.
It is all just so beautiful.
PS I met a couple from Toronto in the hotel lounge this evening and when Steve joined us she asked, "Now, where are you from? I mean, where did you grow up?"
Steve said, "In the Washington DC area" and she said, "Ah ha, yes, I can hear it. The South. You two sound very different from each other. The accents."
Highly amused, seeing as how Steve and I grew up within ten miles of each other and he sounds like he swallowed a plum soaked in excellent brandy with no hint of Dixie anywhere; I asked, "And what is my accent?"
"You don't have one," she said, promptly.
From which we can conclude that my ambition to pass as a Canadian is coming along nicely. Also I think I have become that person who spent January term in London and returned sounding like a drag version of Princess Margaret being strangled by a tea cosy - but more Confederation.
PPS After a week of totalitarian rule in which I have been The Total, it's been a little... odd to have another adult back in the picture. A Mary, if you will, to my William. I cannot tell you the number of times in the past two days that I have laid out a perfectly ironclad plan only to have a voice pipe out some ridiculous objection; like, "We cannot take the ferry to Newfoundland for a night. It's a twelve hour trip each way."
Four days ago I would have been able to say, "Silence, child! I will tell you what is or is not a twelve hour ferry ride" but when it is Steve making the objection I have to be more tactful.
PPPS We saw another moose. This time much closer. It was quite thrilling. Also a seal - not totally confirmed, but likely. No whales but a few rocks that looked like they might have been whales and for several moments we were all a'twitterpated.