A story that begins with, “We met this guy…” is bound to be worth the telling. Today Jane took us down an unpaved single-lane road between two farms and there we met a tractor with a large plowing implement coming our way. We backup up the lane until there was a place to pull off and the guy in the tractor jumped out, vaulted over, thrust a postcard in my hand and said to Gord, “Tell your girlfriend there she needs to look at this.” He leaned his head right in the van window, asked where we were staying the night and told us he could give us a real deal on place. That’s another line I’m a little leery of. Anyway, we thought, why not? We are now staying in an adorable little cottage with an ocean view, whirlpool tub, right in the heart of Green Gables land…all for a song.
Ron, the tractor man, asked us if we had religion (the second time I’ve been asked that) and told us that we’re going to be dead a long time so we should have fun now (Gord thought his philosophy might be missing the point). His wife, Heather, offered us to join them in a lobster dinner at the town hall: $15 for all you can eat.
To say these Islanders are friendly folk is understating the fact. Yesterday, we stopped in at a local fish market and the owner asked if we wanted to buy a lobster and eat it out the back. She would supply the butter for 50 cents. She assured us it would be a lot cheaper than a restaurant dinner and the guy who cooks them for her is 73, has been cooking lobster for 30 years and cooks the best lobster on the Island. We thought, why not? The 3 lbs of lobster we consumed there cost us $20 and it was the best lobster I have ever tasted!
And why not?
