
Back from our road trip, we ate piles of pancakes with bacon and maple syrup for breakfast in Boston, walked by the Charles River and browsed the Harvard Bookstore. We played on the hot sands of the Cape, ate generously sized lobster rolls, were chased by hurricanes and holed up in NY dive bars and hot spots with snacks!
The best and worst part of the trip peculiarly was the thrill of the impending hurricane which scheduled itself in the very midst of our trip. With the hurricane on our tail we drove away from Boston – the sunny skies turned stormy and an earthy smell filled the air. We spent a tropically humid night in the spookily named harbour town, Woods Hole by Martha’s Vinyeard as it drew closer.

Not wanting to ruin our trip, we charged on to the very tip of the Cape to Provincetown, where waters surrounded us on three sides. Luckily as predicted only the edges of the hurricane touched us in the charming seaside town, but it was close enough for us to feel the majesty and power of nature on the Cape. The people of Provincetown turned out to be the most friendliest, happiest, helpful community. The main street was full of positive revelry as we watched the grey waves crash to the shore with the community, whilst locals sat out on their porches drinking and shouting out greetings. That night we spent a pretty hairy night at the very top of a blowy inn overlooking the sea, we lost power for six hours and mighty winds whipped us around.
The next morning we woke and the storm had passed. All was calm and bright and we headed to the beach. Life is quick and strange : )

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So long


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