Cape Breton

We arrived at our campsite in Cape Breton and settled in.  It was up on a hill and they had a sauna.  I was looking forward to that.  We were told th e the community center in Englishtown was having some sort of dinner at 5pm and we should go down.  After unpacking and setting up, we headed down around 5:30.  Well, it was finished.  The music started at 2 and the dinner was served at 4:30.  Not to let the strangers from Ontario go without, a nice local Cape Bretoner named Jack, told us to wait.  He came out with a bucket (about the size of a typical mop bucket) filled to the brim with  mussels.  He apologized that there were so few, but they were just cooked and needed to be heated up.  They refused any payment for them.  On the way out of thecommunity hall, he asked to boys to follow him for a quick minute.  He went out the side of the hall and handed the boys an even bigger bucket full of mussels and said that hopefully that would take the hunger off of the growing boys.  The mussels were great, thanks to the hospitality of our first interaction with a Cape Bretoner!