Halifax has no shortage of hotels, inns, and bed and breakfasts, but there are two that, for me, have always had an “old school swanky” aura about them – the Lord Nelson and the Prince George.
Not old-school, but definitely upscale, classy, and modern.
Headed to Halifax for the Bluenose Marathon weekend, where I was running the 5k and my daughter was running the 2k (with Daddy’s help), I was looking for a hotel placed conveniently for my mother (who I knew would find Halifax’s hills challenging) and with a pool (for post-run recovery and child entertainment). The Prince George hotel offered an excellent rate for us runners – just $135 a night! – and being located less than a block from the finish line, fit the bill nicely. Continue reading
Think about your hometown for a minute. How many places to go/eat at/experience have you meant to visit for years and yet have never made it to the top of your list? Despite living in Halifax for over a decade, I’d only been to the Museum of Natural History once. I remember liking it, and I remember the bee hive, but somehow I never visited again.
Thanks to my mother, we rectified that oversight on our recent trip. Like most grandparents, she was more concerned about making sure the wee one had a good time than anything else. With just enough time to squeeze in one child-centered stop, and a great many enticing options, the impending conclusion of the dinosaur exhibit (it was over at the end of May, I believe) settled us on the Museum of Natural History. Continue reading
Crescent Beach Road, one of many fun side roads off of Route 331 in Nova Scotia
Huddled inside the house for weeks because I refuse to brave anything colder than -10 unless I’m getting paid for it (i.e. going to or from work), my thoughts turn to our favourite summer activities in an attempt to stave off cabin fever. And driving the Lighthouse Route in Nova Scotia is near the top of our family’s list.
There’s one problem with driving the Lighthouse Route in Nova Scotia in the summer, though: the driving is as fun as the scenery is beautiful. Every time we venture out from my mother’s cottage in East Port Medway I face an internal struggle between asserting my right to drive or letting Gary drive so that I can take in the ocean vistas and scan for shops, lookouts, or roads we haven’t explored yet. Continue reading
Remember when we used to discover things by talking to people, or just driving down random roads to see what’s there? Continue reading
Confession: I’ve never had a full-on German meal before. I’ve driven by the Old Black Forest Restaurant near Lunenburg, Nova Scotia for years and always vaguely thought I might stop in, but each time the draw of Magnolia’s Grill has been too great.
Our recent discovery that Magnolia’s is closed every Sunday, however, provided just the opportunity I needed – and Gary, who visited Germany in the ’80s, didn’t need any convincing. Continue reading