When driving from the Halifax airport to the city itself, you follow a stretch of green, red, and orange forest until the city doesn’t so much come into view as burst in on your senses. The last of the day’s light on the quiet bay, the city’s lights beginning to dance on it, the sky an opalescent mauve.
This is what welcomed me to Nova Scotia today.
It’s a remarkable place with classic architecture and timeless neighborhoods. I could hardly believe that the other three 20-somethings I shared the bus with were absorbed in their phones instead of their lovely surroundings.
And now, finally fed and watered after a hell of a long flight, I’m excited to do a bit of exploring and see what else this city can surprise me with.