Like Prospero I must soon leave my magical island. My Acadian adventure ends tomorrow when I strike camp and return to Boston. I will be grateful for the warm shower, the mattress and most of all the reliable internet connection. I ate a lobster roll tonight, yeah and you know I don't even like lobster. I just felt I had to because it was a picnic table, on a dock, in summer, in Maine. It's sentimental tourists like me that keep these lobster pounds afloat. When you go to place your order you realize the entire staff of good looking all American teens are actually Eastern European college kids, we're all visitors in one way or another. I went to a beach here, the sea was so icy even I, a guy who swims on the South Shore in June, could barely take it. My wife suggested I get a bathing suit shirt, a rash guard she called it, what an awful name. She pointed to some guy who looked like Carlos Mencia in an Old Navy swim set, said it looked good on him. I wanted to bury my head in the sand. There are a lot Americans who swim with a shirt on, too many I think, I don't want to be one of them. Not this summer anyways....
Back in Boston by Saturday, lovely vacation pictures to follow.
Back in Boston by Saturday, lovely vacation pictures to follow.
On a hot summer day you made Maine, cold water, and a lobster roll sound very appealing. (And I don't eat any seafood.) And the shirt thing, they're not so bad.
ReplyDeleteI would never go swimming in this ocean. My ideal day is an moderately humid 80 degrees, and my ideal swimming experience is hovering about a hot tub with a glass of wine in my hand. I applaud you for your bravery.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Aileen!
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