Saltwater, sailboats, sunshine. I’ve been really lucky lately. I went from one coast to the other, and managed to do so and less than 12 hours. I never took my camera out during my southern adventure this weekend, but chose instead, to take it totally in. I am spending the week on the Olympic Peninsula. The warm-and-brisk-at-the-same-time salty air feels incredible. Best Coast, West Coast.
I needed a vacation. Like get away and discover something new- relax, sleep, and unplug kind of vacation. I found myself driving to Portland Oregon to hop a plane east to Boston, Massachusetts.
I’ve been to Boston a few times over the last few years. It is the home of the tea party, the Red Sox, Paul Revere, and of course my best friend. Knowing that she was a worker bee during the week, I opted for adventure and took a train to Portland, Maine.
I am so glad that I did- I found the town to be charming, friendly, and diverse.
Amtrak made it almost too easy to get there via the Downeaster. On my walk into town from the train, I found the Inn at St. James which provided lovely accommodations last minute for a heck of a deal.
I snacked at the Salt Exchange for a watermelon & feta salad, Bam Bam Bakery, for a latte and the world’s gooiest macaroon, and indulged in many beers and an authentic Lobster Roll at Boone’s on the 2nd floor deck. Evening indulgence was furthered with a cup of chowder at Eventide and the most decadent scoop of hazelnut chocolate gelato at the Gelato Fiasco. Needless to say, it was a food lover’s paradise.
I walked every calorie off going up and down THE hill several times back to the inn and walking the Eastern Promenade.
Even with so much time walking, I certainly didn’t take a lot of photos. I think that was the point for me- I wanted some time to just unwind. Here are the few I managed to capture.