Exploring & Escapades

bits & pieces of my travels

Tag: New England

Boston

Home in my city. Back here for two weeks from Europe for volunteering, meetings, networking, interviewing. I’ve been all over the world, and I still love it here. I love the sense of walking and knowing and belonging. Of knowing that it will always welcome me back, no matter how long I’ve stayed away. 

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Scituate

It’s hard to pinpoint when summer fades to fall, when one ends and the other begins. For me, this was the end.

I was home for a few more days, and it was warm. Sunny. In the 80s. A perfect beach day, essentially. I had a million things to do, and everyone I knew was busy – but I knew I could do the things later, and I didn’t need anyone else.

It was a simple day of my favorite things. A new place to see – Peggotty Beach. Reading in the sun. Some photos. A coffee on the deck of my favorite coffee shop. Talking to strangers and petting dogs. I ended it all with the lighthouse.

Because next time I’m able to see it, it might be covered in snow. 

Newport Cliff Walk

 

This beautiful place. Castles and cliffs. Waves crashing against the rocks. Sand, surfers, fishermen. At times, I felt like I was back in Europe, but really I was only an hour south of my American home. 

Everyone I know locally has been to the cliffs, usually for a family day-out, but I had never been before this. I knew it would be a nice, of course, but I never expected to love it as much as I did. We were only able to walk a small portion of the path before sunset this time (after apple-picking in nearby Middletown); now, I can’t wait to come back again and explore even more. I’m glad it’s so close.

P.S. For anyone wondering, I parked at a metered spot on Narragansett Avenue. In the future, I think I’d drive a few blocks down and look for street parking in the neighborhoods – as we walked along the water, we intersected different side-streets, and it seemed like there were a lot of people coming from them! But as the website notes, Narragansett Avenue is a good spot if you don’t have a lot of time.

Sweet Berry Farm

Our annual apple picking excursion to Sweet Berry Farm. A clash of seasons. Summer flowers and berries, autumn apples, winter Christmas trees. And it was *hot*. 

Maybe a little too early for apple picking, but I was glad to be back with my family while I could, while I was home. 

Marshfield

 

Marshfield. First, to the wildlife sanctuary, exploring the open fields. My brother has a camera now too, and he was eager to practice. I was eager to feel the sun.

After, to the main road for a meal, to the beach for the sunset, to the jetty for photos, to the icecream stand just in time before it closed.

I’ve been to this place so many times, and it’s always home. 

Chatham

 

Chatham on a cloudy Cape day, quaint and quiet after the rain. The last official weekend of summer. Seals in the water, everywhere – you could see them from the sidewalk. Weathered wood.

Just being here again makes me happy. 

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