There are certain constants that run through every beach town. There's salt water taffy, there's a shell shop, there's simply a plethora of stores selling things that you would never under any circumstances be tempted to purchase in any other setting. What is it about salty sea air that seems to make people want to part with their money? Unnamed Partner and I are always on a budget, so we tend to make our "big purchases" on good food and drink. Unless we need something. And it turns out the place we're staying has a hot tub, so we need beach towels. After sifting through seemingly thousands of towels at outrageous prices, we found the local True Value hardware store, where we picked up the towel below for a wonderfully low price:
Is it wrong to display crustaceans holding martinis? Not as long as they are of legal drinking age and they are doing so responsibly. I think they are, don't you agree?
Several folks have commented that I shouldn't be posting on my vacation. What?! No one has to worry that I'm missing out on any part of my vacation because I'm too busy writing. Every day has been full from the time we leave our room with map of Cape Cod lighthouses in hand, to the end of our Scrabble extravaganza at night. In between, if you know Unnamed Partner, you know that almost every single person we encounter is an excuse for conversation. We have met some wonderful people here, and it's just lovely to be here before the big rush starts next week. Almost everything is open, and the shopkeepers are relaxed and friendly.
No, to me, blogging is just like sitting and writing postcards, which we did yesterday at Cicchetti's:
We met the nicest folks there, and along with our coffee we got a little bit of doggie fix from the owner's border collie. (We are in serious Fritz-withdrawal....)
Now, years of waking up early don't go away overnight, so here I am wide awake, sitting in my pj's, drinking coffee and writing my virtual postcards to you at 7:30 am. But it's o.k. -- maybe I'll take a nap later.
I do love vacation.