f rom inlets of shining sea to flower-laced pockets of the Annapolis Valley - Nova Scotia is an artisan retreat of oceanfront chalets, berry flambé, and morning market antiques. Goose down duvets and champagne seamlessly segway into beach sarongs and tandem kayaks, while kith-and-kin like patrons welcome too-cute couplings with accent-laden open arms. A hand-carved king bed overlooking the Tusket River is just what the sex therapist ordered. Climb

b ecause not every honeymooner is fantasizing a five-star deluge, it’s only right to honourably mention the option to camp amongst a bevy of resort-biased articles. A hitched tent does more than prevent a worn out credit card; it provides a soul replenishing escape from all that is fast and furious. And while lounging poolside offers blips of peace and a sweet tan, a week mid country-scape ingrains the sleep habits of a baby and the ruddy-cheeked good-naturedness of a yoga instructor. Picking out crock pots and wind bre

t he too-pretty-for-words province of PEI is a unique, peach-cobbler carved niche, at the heart of the Canadiana pantry. Frolicking, rollicking pastures of the purest green, lattice-laced farmhouses decked out in lemonade drizzle and splashes of fresh cream, flaxen-spun dunes and glistening solitary shore, all come together to compose an endearingly tender watercolor of a by-gone age, where gentlemen came a’courting, and a night on the town meant an arm-and-arm stroll down silver aspen lined Lover’s Lane. If you’re on the prowl for a quickie, best to stick with the Mile High Club – no doubt about it, th

k ick back post-slopes at a backcountry lodge deep in the heart of princely Banff, Alberta. There’s nothing cozier than a sea of quilts in front of a floor-to-ceiling fireplace while loaves of sourdough bread, whipped garlic butter, and a kettle of specialty coffee roast on a wood burning stove. Banff is like a robust banquet offering generous helpings of Canadiana splendor, while revitalizing minds and soothing souls for over a century.

i f catering to a hundred-plus friends and relatives’ antsy broods, allergy requirements and short attention spans, in heels no less, didn’t knock the wind out of you, the burly waters of Niagara Falls will surly do the trick. When you come to, the first thing you’ll see after hubby hovering over in a silly poncho, is that mother tide nose-diving to its death only to rise again with phantasmal mystique, creating a great eclipse of mist overhead. Breathtaking is surely an understatement. But make no mistake, Ontario’s tourist darling is not all humbling phenomena of erosion and turbulence. Man has made

p arlez-vous sweet nothings? No matter what Hollywood says, the language of love is best polished amongst genial Québecois with egalitarian penchants for cultural layer cakes and hops heartened musings. Much like the dollhouses of our pigtail days provided snug escapism, Québec City furnishes a Honey I Shrunk the Western Europe kind of mood for the curiouser and curiouser. And in the vein of Polly’s Playhouse, the miniaturized version is a tightly knotted (walled-in) cluster of just the essentials - gratuitous ‘tudes left by the wayside - like a France concentrate. Of course, copasetic Canadiana breat

b .C. is a dichotomy of breathtaking beauty - totem poles and stone carvings, marinas rippling with yachts and toot-tooting tugboats, lanky-legged dog parks and wind-whistling lakes – this magnificent province is home to a youthful and gorgeous ladder-climbing clientele of wine-and-diners and fervorous outdoor zealots, each with a passion for piping hot dragon bowls and a second-hand fashion edge. Whether you help yourself to one of the finest servings of ‘burbs thanks to the quaint Kitsilano, the booming arts scene of Vancouver, or the deep-rooted backcountry that is the Okanagan Valley, there’s