January 14, 2016

Exploring New Brunswick With Mavi

{Photos by Ian and I; wearing Mavi jeans}

Over the fall and winter, I spent almost a week traveling around New Brunswick. Most of it was at "leafy" Rothsay, but we went to Saint John and vincity as well. That was when I sort of realize that all you need to be happy is having a paycheque coming in without doing work love and a good pair of jeans. My idea of a good pair of jeans for traveling consist the following criteria:

1. A good pair of jeans will not restrict my movements in any way. This includes being able to do full butt squats in my jeans in case I need to chase after the bus or climb over rocks and bushes to get a cool photo.
2. A good pair of jeans will allow me to carry a food baby after a big meal.
3. A good pair of jeans will not make me look or feel like a frumpy seal while I carry my food baby.

It's hard not to consume delicious seafood when you're out east since everything is so fresh. Our lobsters and fish were usually bought from places where they just caught them the morning of or the day before. I was super impressed that my Mavis met all of my "good jeans" criteria, and oh they were definitely put tests during the golf course buffets and our random nature hikes.

Saint John is a harbor city filled with cargo ships and red brick buildings. Generally it's quiet with spurts of tourists when a cruise ship docks. I always find that funny because in my mind, I picture a some game show host introducing the prices to the contestants:

"The first prize is a cruise for two to the Caribbeans!"
*audiences and contestants clap and smile politely*
"The second prize is a cruise for two to Saint John, New Brunswick!"
*audiences hoot and goes crazy, contestants freak out with the 'OMG I HAVE DREAMED OF GOING TO SAINT JOHN' scream*

I have been to Saint John for at least 5 times in the last year now, and after a while everything becomes a blur of seagulls and cargo ships to me. And as a Canadian living in this Arctic tundra 5 months of the year, it is very difficult to picture myself or think of anyone who would pick taking a cruise to Saint John over somewhere south with palm trees and clear blue water. But hey, to each their own.

Adding to that 'east coast charm', a lesson I learned while traveling in New Brunswick and Nova Scotia during the Christmas holidays is that everything is closed on Boxing Day.

Boxing Day, or as other countries call it 'the day after Christmas', is big in Canada. It is equivalent of Black Friday, with blood-thirsty zombies that storm into the store at 8am for holiday discounts on dumb shit like dated Christmas decor and 20% off no-brand flatscreen TV at Walmart. When I heard that Boxing Day is an actually holiday where everything- even grocery stores, are closed out east, I was confused.

"So how does one buy unnecessary stuff to make themselves happy?" I asked.
"We do it on the 27th." Mrs. Zinck replied.
I then explained that it then wouldn't be called Boxing Day, because Boxing Day is on the 26th.
"It's Christmas, you're suppose to spend time with your family." Mrs. Zinck explained.
"But isn't that what Christmas and Christmas eve is about?"

I always thought that a day and half of gossiping about distant cousins, listening to Grandparents reciting the same stories, and putting up with the show off prick in the family who has to one up everything is way more than enough. How much more family time does one need?

"Well, Shoppers down the street is open. Grandma's going to go buy some moisturizer if you want to shop."

There's something wrong taking away Boxing Day all together. As much as it's hell to find parking to physically shop and watch civilization gnaw on itself trying to get a 20% off sweater... I still enjoy the epitome of society grossness and capitalism at its finest, and would still like the option to participate. Taking Boxing Day away is like taking away a part of our culture, denying the money we earned so hard over the year in order to buy stuff that we will throw away in a few months that make us happy... Isn't that what life is about?

But as kooky as some things are out in the east coast of Canada... It's worth visiting at least once because parts of it are just amazingly beautiful, and eat lots of seafood while you're at it.