To finish the story of our wonderful month of June, I will bring you to Maine. For years, my parents have been vacationing in Maine and telling us how wonderful it is. My mother always says, "It's not like any other place. You just have to go there." In the past few years, they have rented a house and invited us to stay with them. Timing hasn't worked for us until this year. When they said that they would be there the week after school ended, we made plans to join them.
Glenn couldn't come due to a work project :( so Hope and I took the train to Boston, where my sister and nephew met us at the station. The Wise/Fleming sisters and their kiddos headed straight up the coast to Boothbay Harbor.
I'm going to pause and say that this was the first time that I've taken a long train trip in over 20 years. It was so pleasant! There is so much more seat and leg room than in a plane, you can easily walk around, get lunch in the club car, and use the free wifi. Even though it was an 8 hour trip, it flew by as we read, napped, and played on the computer.
When we arrived, I went straight to the back of the house & this is what I saw:
That view! The windows stretch along the entire back of the house, with a deck right in front, also along the expanse of the house. It is very cool in Maine in June, so the windows are open, letting you hear the water, the boats, the birds. You feel as if the peaceful world of the bay has enveloped you.
Walking down an stone path to the back and side of the house, there is a small rocky beach and dock for residents to use.
Every day, I went down to the rocks several times, to search for sea glass, to journal, to sit and breathe the salty air and listen to the waves.
On the other side of the house, the owners planted a gorgeous garden.
We spent a bit of time exploring Maine....
The kids waiting for their ice cream downtown
Hope and I in front of the giant boot at LL Bean in Freeport
We antiqued, book shopped, read, ate ice cream, made fairy houses, went to an aquarium and cuddled. At the end of the week, we turned the house back to the owners (tears were shed by one member of the family who shall remain un-named...) and returned to Boston for a day with Terri & Ezra.
My summary of our trip?
You were right Mom, you do just have to be there.