After our ferry ride to Nova Scotia, we headed accross the island to Lunenberg.  Alyson kept telling me to ask someone for directions, but, like most men,  I have a pretty good feel for the road.  We drove through Mahone Bay to Lunenberg and when I couldn’t exactly remember the name of the bed and breakfast I had booked, she wanted me to ask directions again.  Won’t she ever learn?  I have a sixth sense.  I’m never lost, just looking.

  We drove through town and I pulled over to the side of the road, thinking about getting out of the car to find the piece of paper with the name of the B&B.  And guess what?  I was parked right next to it.  Bluenose Lodge.  I knew it would come to me.