I wasn’t sure I wanted to travel in May. Spring can be so beautiful, and fleeting, in New England, and I didn’t really want to miss any of the loveliness of our world turning green and floral and sunny.
But, then after days of rain and bleak and blah, I was ready to go.
And here we are. Don’t hate us, but it really is as beautiful as this. And I haven’t even shown you pictures of our crazy view, the beach, or the biker and tiki bars we’ve discovered. Those will come.






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