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Our story begins at the Fogo Island Inn, a visually miraculous new hotel built upon the rocky coast of a remote fishing village in Newfoundland, taking reservations now.
If you’re looking to ditch your troubles for a while, the edge of the world is probably your best play. Actually, it’s an untouched island surrounded by black rocks, friendly seals and villagers who may or may not know what a Twitter is. But... close enough.
Getting there is easy. Just fly into Gander International Airport, catch a ride to the northern coast, hop on a ferry to Fogo Island and walk up a dirt road toward that big white cube on stilts. See. Easy.
Once you’ve settled into your ocean-view room (or the rooftop hot tub), an innkeeper may stop by and ask, “Want some ice from the iceberg?” You’ll say, “What iceberg?” He’ll point and say, “That one out there. It’s for your whiskey.” (Yes. Yes, that’s a real option.)
And don’t be surprised if some friendly locals ask you to join them in casting a line. Because, well... fishing village. Next thing you know, you’re in a boat with some grizzled fisherman talking about geopolitics.
Okay, we’re all caught up now.