![]() ![]() They like the clams and oysters – which may be one reason I’ve timed my visits to his house not to coincide with that since I’m not a clam chowder or oyster lover.īut, I’ll probably go in the near future. Now, my cousin whom I’m closest to and who lives in MA but upstate near the Berkshires and is the one I visit in that area of the country, makes it a ritual to go to the Cape several times each summer. What are your favorite parts of the Cape? Where should we return to when we have more time for a week-long coastal getaway? We were there but a mere day I imagine you need weeks to explore this area, which I plan to do now that we’ll be based in close proximity to the East Coast once more. I now fully understand why my New England friends find Cape Cod so enchanting. The blissfully empty beaches, the balmy, breezy nights, the lighthouses, the marshes-this is exactly my romanticized image of Cape Cod. (Unless you’re my dad, who doesn’t take off his tennis shoes ever-not even to sleep.) We continued on down the Cape in search of more scenic vistas.Īfter many missed turns, in which we ended up in SOMEONE’S DRIVEWAY on PRIVATE PROPERTY (oops, Tom), we eventually found ourselves in Cape Cod National Seashore, which did not suck, not one bit.Īfter several years living in California, where our street dead-ended into a beach-a beach that you could never venture onto without a full-on snow suit-it felt good to pad along with bare feet and stick our toes in the water. This is the famous rock I’ve been hearing so much about since elementary school? LAME. My dad, always the goofball, kept picking up pebbles from the beach and exclaiming, “I found it!” Little did we know, he wasn’t too off base. We wandered on down the street, stopping for ice cream and keeping our eyes peeled for the town’s other famous inhabitant: Plymouth Rock. Still, the museum part of it was interesting enough. Our first stop was Plymouth, where we got to step on board the Mayflower II, which is essentially a complete phony as the real Mayflower went missing sometime in the 1900s, and they created this replica to appease tourists. ![]() When SVV and I were in Boston with my parents and their friends Ginny and Tom this past July, we decided to take a drive and see what this Cape business was all about. When I lived in New York, I had many friends from New England who would talk about summering in the Hamptons or Cape Cod, a concept completely foreign to me, as most Southerners I know make for the Florida Panhandle when the beach comes calling. ![]()
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