Last Wednesday I skipped out of work a bit early and took the quickie flight to Boston to join my family for a last minute family vacation. With two siblings going back to school and the craziness of all of our current schedules, our normal summer visits seemed to keep getting pushed back. Hence, Mommy Matriarch took the reins and booked everyone a ticket north. We drove the
1 hour two and a half hours to just outside of Ogunquit, Maine.
An interesting aspect of my family is that we were all born in different states. Therefore while some thought they were returning to their native region, others felt like a Floridian reptile ready to shrivel up and freeze. In any case, Maine is one of those places where the culture permeates every facet of your visit from copious amounts of lobster rolls and clam chowder, to quaint towns and a very near desire to purchase seersucker (but I completely resisted.) I spent four days in jean shorts and a rotation of t-shirts and sweatshirts that I alternated in spilling butter on or getting sandy.
The quick visit was totally worth it to bid everyone adieu before another school year, and share some embarrassing new stories that only a family should know.