There’s a lot of travel ahead but by this time tomorrow we’ll be in Paris.
The wedding was beautiful and we’re glad we made the long journey to be there.
The upside of MV is the obvious; beautiful Cape Cod landscape, fresh fish, and relative seclusion. What doesn’t soothe is all the driving around if you’re trying to meet up with friends in other towns–they aren’t close together by any means. The mosquitos are also totally out of control. But like I said before, great clam chowder.
Berry blossoms and white yarrow
Sun came out today. It was nice. Went for a walk on the beach.
The fog was still so thick you couldn’t see 100 yards down the beach, even with the sun out at 4pm. The tiny dot in the distance is the Gay Head lighthouse.
There were lots of starfish on the beach. I threw a bunch back in the water.
We collected wampum.
It got overcast on the way back. The cliffs above the beach are streaked with deep red clay. Access is restricted to tribal members by federal law.
69˚ and cloudy, but great clam chowder
Since I’m a bit flu-ish and the weather is bad I didn’t make it more than about thirty yards from the house, but I discovered some interesting things nonetheless.
The visual effect of the vine along this trunk is beautiful, but the vine itself looks to be parasitic–I can’t imagine an oak tree being very happy to have vines wrapped around it, but maybe I’m wrong.
water lily on the pond
- Martha’s Vineyard
- Provence (the Luberon; Lourmarin, Apt, Gordes, Les Baux, Isle-sur-la-Sorgue, Roussillon etc.)
- Biarritz (Guéthary and Saint-Jean-de-Luz)
- Spanish Basque country (Hondarribia, San Sebastian, Plentzia, Bilbao etc.)
I arrived in Boston yesterday at the Omni Parker House (the longest continually operating hotel in the U.S. and reportedly where JFK proposed to Jackie) to a FedEx package containing my U.S. Passport–finally. I can now start being excited about a long-awaited journey without fear of not being allowed in or out of any given country. !!!
I’m trying to decide whether or not to spend any of my vacation time filing a complaint against rushmypassport.com with the Better Business Bureau and disputing the charges for a service they didn’t deliver. I usually err on the side of “it takes too much effort to complain/get back at them,” but I’m feeling kind of like “that’s $300 I could spend on a great afternoon in Provence/Biarritz/San Sebastian.” I haven’t published all the details here, but in addition to my passport taking twice the time they advertised, I received no communication from the company (I have records of at least 6 unreturned emails and 8 unreturned phonecalls, and caught them in a lie…but anyway).
That little red sign in the distance is Boston Chinatown
Right now I’m leaving Boston on a Peter Pan bus to Woods Hole. Pretty motley crew on board–babies, preppy blondes in polos, moms loudly explaining to young children that they can’t sit in the front row because of people with special needs, a middle-aged woman in front of me singly softly to herself. I keep on clearing my throat thinking it might make her realized how close we actually are and how “softly” sounds like “in my ear,” but I’m not sure she’s getting the message. Just looked through the crack between the two seats and realized she and her male companian are sharing a pair of earbuds.
But I still don’t have a passport. PRAY
I’ll be updating sporadically, but check back for updates from the road.
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