So the ol' improv gang had to officiate the Acadia Games this week, sports and arts games for middle school kids, and it kind of turned into a trip through time. Caraquet NB is in 1989, judging by the still-open video stores, but since all accommodations HAD to be booked, the Games put us up in 1907, i.e. Château Albert (no relation), a recreation of an old hotel, situated within the Acadian Village, itself situated in the 18th and 19th centuries, depending on the house. That's it above - you can even shuttle from the parking lot in the present to the hotel in that old-timey car, but we didn't - and here's what the rooms look like:
Mine was slightly bigger, and offered the added old-timey experience of a bathroom out in the hall. Kind of looked like this:
Very much like the romantic Reeve/Seymour film Somewhere in Time, except I didn't get a cool paradox watch out of it. Instead, I got up with cock's crow at the crack of dawn (and on the last day some kind of whooping monkey creature I still haven't identified), got eaten alive by mosquitoes, got screamed at by another time traveler because our group is noisy as hell, and other things people from the past no doubt had to contend with. Because we were working, we weren't there a lot, but when we were, shenanigans were the order of business. When we found traditional his and hers nightgowns in the room, I and oHOTmu or NOT's Isabel had to play ghosts:
Haunted hotels? Classic. And what else can we do when the walls are peppered with creepy prints of little girls holding single grapes and such?
If you're in the Acadian Peninsula on a trip, and you're interested in history and perhaps a bit of an experience, check out the Acadian Village in Bertrand, near Caraquet. It's cool. But if you want a good night's sleep, maybe try to avoid my gang... wherever we might be in time.
Speaking of the oHOTmu or NOT girls, I leave you on Shotgun's TARDIS purse, which is no doubt how we got to 1907 in the first place...