It’s almost 10 pm and I’m not kidding you, the sun is shining so bright that we had to draw the shades in the living room. My internal clock is completely bonkers, however I feel that this awesome natural occurrence (and other ones, of course) is what fascinates me about life in the North.
Whenever I’m in a new place, the first piece of advice I ask the locals for has to do with coffee. Where do I get a great espresso and where do they go to drink their coffee of choice?
It’s Sunday morning in Iqaluit, overcast and it’d be an understatement if I said the weather was crisp. But you know, I really don’t care that it’s not a balmy 82 degrees.
