to her parents' cottage in a little crab fishing village called Hant's Harbour. It was a charming little place and a beautiful cottage in the midst of a few renovations. The house sits across the bay from the lighthouse and around the bay from the crab processing plant, which is the heart of the local economy in the summertime. While we were there, we took a few hikes, put together half a puzzle, had an incredible surf'n'turf supper and helped her father tear up a floor and level their shed. All-in-all, it was a perfect, if only too brief break from the city and from school. While ripping up the floor in their dining room, we came across this piece of old newspaper which had become fused with the floor. We came back to the city, almost reluctantly, to attend a fake prom party being held at the Rock House on George St. The cottage had been so peaceful and slow-paced that we weren't really sure if we wanted to get back into part mode. Thankfully, we quickly rediscovered our enthusiasm when we stopped at the Value Village to pick me out an outfit. You'll have to forgive me, I do not yet have the photos from fake prom, so I shall try to describe the look I was going for and then post the photos for your consideration later. If you can think of a European yacht owner (kakis with a sporty suit jacket, botton down shirt with a