We're lucky to live so close to New England. Over the years I may have visited every state that comprise the region at least 25 times including this summer.
Yes, I'm back from vacationing in Harwich Port, Cape Cod. Or as I pronounce it, Cape Cudd.
Worry not! I'm ok. Thank you all for your concerns.
Deadebeats.
Anyway.
Cape Cod (nanny-state laws notwithstanding. You have to be 21 to drink at a bar in a restaurant. My daughter couldn't drink her Shirley Temple. It certainly isn't Quebec) was lovely. It was our second time there. The last time we did Falmouth-Martha's Vineyards-Boston
Sleeping at a charming inn on the beach run by a great guy helped. The water was nice, calm and warm making it easy for swimming - though I didn't get to do as much as I would have liked.
Other highlights include taking in a New England Patriots practice at Gillette Stadium in Foxborough, the outlets in Wrentham and visiting Whitehouse Field home of the Harwich Mariners of the Cape Cod League. Unfortunately, the season was over so there was no game to watch at this wonderful park nestled in the forest. San Francisco Giants freak hurler Tim Lincecum played for Harwich. For the record.
On our last night, we headed to a cafe eatery called The Box Office for a cappuccino. A talented singer by the name of Casey McQuillen was performing that night. My daughter was soon all over her like a monkey on a banana. We bought her CD - along with a bag of Speedwell organic espresso - and off we went.
On the way back to Montreal, we stopped off in Montpelier. We'd never been there before (it's about 30 minutes south of Burlington) but discovered it was quite nice. Had an excellent espresso at Capital Coffee.
All in all, a cool way to end the night.
And the vacation.
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