Have you read Museums, Speakeasies and Screeech-Ins yet? You can find it here. I wake up a bit late today with a note from my bartender excusing me from any conversation before my… Continue reading
To get there I’m told to head east and just keep walking uphill. While there is a beautiful hiking trail leading up to Signal Hill, I’m warned not to attempt it during the winter as it surely means death. While not one to head warnings of danger easily (if the sign says, “Welcome, come in!” there’s normally a little less adventure than if it says, “Danger, keep out!”), I had been cautioned by a few people so I decide to not die in St. John’s on my first full day here.