




~what do you do when your real life exceeds your dreams?
~you keep it to yourself.
BROADCAST NEWS, james l. brooks.
sorry loves, but i can’t contain this….maine is my new necessary.
not even 48 hours into our stay and maine has declared “game, set, match.”
the levels of bewitch are painful; my face hurts from smiling, and how many more times can a girl cry at the sound of seagulls happily cawing into the warm, night wind?
we are hiding off the tip of bailey island, where american flags gaily compete for top flight in skies so blue, they scoff at photo shop and “filters.”
the see-through, aquamarine water has an integrity not experienced in the tropics or warmer vacation climates i’ve gravitated toward.
cold?
yes.
but invigorating and life-affirming; a wake-up call to my senses that have gone lazy and lax.
here, the sea is a bloodline; pumping soul into the hearts of all who live here.
so far our only adventure has been into the popped collar and ivy league sweatshirt town of kennebunkport.
waspy element aside {oh who are we kidding i was dying a happy, exalted breath every time i saw a pair of madras shorts,} this lively hamlet welcomed us with eye-watering bloody marys, and an introduction to the state treasure known as “homemade ice cream.”
i foresee the purchase of elastic waistband pants; maybe even a muu-muu–and that’s just for hunkiest.
if i’m really honest though this place could be a total trash-can and we’d still be the giddiest clams in the bucket.
not even 30 seconds standing on our driveway and we were greeted with tongues and tails from the girls next door.
daisy is the older lass. she is sweet, demure, mannerly and plays quietly in our grass for hours.
and when she’s not on her back dancing for the sun and the clouds, lily, the younger sister, romps around the property, stealing tennis balls, barking chatting up seagulls, and looking for dropped table scraps.
sounds like another girl i know.
maine. i’m officially seduced.
are we friends yet?so maine and i have an eight day courtship beginning tomorrow.
i have never been to maine.
i haven’t planned a thing other than our house, which is an exhale away from the ocean.
do you have any suggestions or tips to make our trip unforgettable?
fair warning: hunkiest and i don’t make the most adventurous of wonder twin power heroes.
when we were in costa rica we left our hotel once, and that was to go back to the airport on our way home. the only zip-line i rode was the elevator to the spa, and the only rainforest i saw was an unfortunate gentleman in dire need of a wax, sunning himself and his “forest” at the pool….i ended drinking A LOT that afternoon. #myeyes
therefore, while i appreciate any suggestions for sightseeing please keep in mind that our version of kayaking is taking a photo of the kayak in front of the pretty lake….maybe wearing a cute kayak outfit….but don’t actually expect either of us tools to get in the actual watercraft.
for example, i may not actually ride the boat, but damn it, i’ll wear the boat shoes…if they flatter my japanese legs.
just like there are trans-gendered {hello chelsea!} souls, i believe there are also people who are trans-coastal.
although i was born and raised in southern california, and i do love her so, i am convinced i am an east coaster trapped in the body, house and life of a west coast girl.
i dream in seersucker and shingle.
instead of hormone replacement therapy i’m ingesting the madras cocktail and cod.
one thing i do not eat is lobster.
apparently this little monster is like prom king in maine.
i’m hoping to find some sugary substitutions.
my intent is to go forehead to forehead with miss atlantic ocean; her no-nonsense, salty, sea, air– a strong detox to the hippy-dippy california la-la living of the last few months, will hopefully help me clear out some excess luggage, and maybe even ditch a trailer or two…
so ready or not here i come. head first, into a week of ocean-side, northeast living.
my happy can’t be contained.
thursday lovely to you.