My American aunt invites me on their family island in McGregor bay, Canada. Yes, thats right, on their island. Having heard about it my whole life, I also didn't quite believe in it. But on September 29, my aunt is picking me up by boat in the small harbor and drives me to camp where I meet my Canadian uncle. Camp...I would call it a retreat...
And for the next 2 weeks, I am sharing their good life.
I meet my Canadian aunt and loved her first sight and sit with my new family in the dark to watch the sunset.
I spend an afternoon kayaking in Killarney provincial park and explore the bay with my aunt.
I hike up a hill for a bird eye view of the Bay.
I get a 101 course on the Grenville front and the La Cloche's white quartzite cliffs. 
I watch the Indian summer taking over the colours of the woods.
I learn about my NL families past and look in the picture mirror, which turned out to be my mom. 
I figure that although my character comes from my dad, confidence might come from my mom.
I close the landscape, the island and my aunt and uncle in my heart. 
Dag,
Iris (McGregor Bay, 20271 miles)
