I liked New England. Upon arriving in early October, the rain and fog and dreariness greeted me, reminding me of what becomes of Portland later in the Fall. Some might consider this kind of weather a damp on their plans (see what I did there?) but I found it comforting and sort of what I expected New England to be.
I stayed with my high school friends Laura and Jorge and I so enjoyed sipping on tea while we talked about geek stuff and/or watched a geeky movie and I was delighted at how their love and companionship has grown since they first dated back in 1999. As a member of a family ridden with too many broken marriages, it brings me much hope to witness couples that work so well together.
Laura and I embarked on our own little journey of searching those postcard worthy lighthouses this side of the country is so famous for. To our disappointment, the prettiest of them all, the candy cane lighthouse in Lubec, Maine was 4 hours too far for our little journey. It had been a while since I’d seen my Atlantic. I blew it a little kiss before we set out to find delicious apple pies.
In about 9 months, God willing, I’ll be reaching the end of my cross-country bike journey: Portland, Maine, which I curiously got to visit with Laura. It was very much like MY Portland and not just in name. We were short on time, so I nodded in approval, and promised this Portland a longer, more thorough, visit in the future.
New England, I shall see you again soon. Laura and Jorge, I miss you two and I shall see you again soon.
p.s. It seems I was enjoying being a tourist too much and I did not notice that I basically photographed everything right in the center of the frame. There you go.