There are some days when you hate St. John’s so fucking much because of the fog and rain and drizzle and general skeetiness of 50% of the citizens and the 4:1 Girl to Guy ratio. But then there are days when you roll out of bed, take a look out your bedroom window, and are confronted  with views like this:

 

And suddenly it’s all worth it. I fucking love St. John’s.

 

 

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