There is a lovely simplicity in Newfoundland. What you see is what you get and... what you get is wonderful!

There's a ritual in Newfoundland that requires visitors to 'kiss a cod,' That sounded fishy to me so I opted for kissing a moose instead.

I don't think the moose would have kissed me back if he knew that one of the stops we made with our Chevy Silverado was to grab a moose burger for dinner.

I confess that though I am a city slicker with no need of a pickup truck, by the end of Day Two I was kinda daydreaming about marrying a guy in Newfoundland who had one of these Chevys. Our Silverado would be equipped with power steering, really comfy seats that warm your bum in the winter, On Star with hands-free calling if you're in trouble and a very cool radio. Grocery shopping would be an absolute cinch. Just drive into town, choose your groceries and load 'em in the back.

What more could a Journeywoman ask for? Thanks General Motors and Newfoundland for letting me live the dream.