So we're back from the beach, and I'm horrible because I took ZERO pictures. I know. I'm sorry. I'm shocked because I am NOT someone who goes on a trip and doesn't take any pictures. I'm typically more the kind of person who goes freaking apple picking and takes pictures. If you flip through my scrapbook you'll see all kinds of inane activities and events chronicled. To go away for the weekend and not take pictures is totally out of character for me. But honestly, before we left the weather report was calling for cold weather and thunderstorms all weekend, and we were afraid we'd spend our beach weekend stuck in the room... and then we got there and the weather was BEAUTIFUL and hot and we crammed so much fun beach stuff into one weekend, I honestly just forgot all about pictures. And then on the way home, Nick goes, "We didn't take ANY pictures for your blog!" Ooops.
I promise next month when we go to Disney I will take tons and tons of pictures. And post them.
Suddenly it occurs to me that maybe NO ONE CARES about my beach pictures, and that whole first paragraph was pretty unnecessary. Hmmm.
We had a fantastic time, and we somehow managed to cram in everything I wanted to do. We walked on all the beaches and out on the Wells Beach jetty. We laid in the sand and I read a book by the water. We waded into the (freezing cold) water and watched a fisherman reel in a huge fish. We went to breakfast and I got pancakes made with fresh Maine blueberries. We sampled homemade ice cream twice at The Scoopdeck. We walked around all the little shops, galleries and candy stores. I bought several pounds (no joke) of saltwater taffy, and some painted signs for our condo, and a set of pretty blue lights to string up in our bedroom. Nick loved the trip as much as I did, and it felt great to show him a place that means so much to me and to see him love it too. We even talked about buying a summer house up there one day when we have the money. We've already decided to go back a few times next summer, maybe for a few more days so we can relax on the beach more, and spend some time with my family that lives nearby.
On the drive home, I was feeling a little carsick so I took some anti-nausea meds. Unfortunately it was only as I was tossing them back that I remembered that the downside to these meds is that they KNOCK. ME. OUT. My doctor prescribed them for me last year when we drove down to Myrtle Beach, and apparently he wasn't messing around. They were a mixed blessing last year because although they kept my carsickness at bay, poor Nick had to keep himself awake the whole drive to SC because the second I took a pill I was out like a light. We joked that the pills don't so much relieve your upset stomach as allow you to completely sleep through feeling sick. After the trip I tossed them in my glove compartment and totally forgot about them. On the way back from Maine, I was rummaging for a napkin when I saw the bottle. I think I was so relieved to NOT feel sick the whole 3 hours home, I conveniently forgot about the side effect.
When we got home, we dropped our things off at the condo and walked over to The Cheesecake Factory (my favorite!) for dinner to wrap up our vacation. I had kept it together (read: stayed awake) in the car, but in the cozy, dim restaurant I was doomed. I could barely keep myself awake through dinner. Ummm at 7:30. Even my glass of Coke couldn't revive me. We got home from dinner and decided that I would take a 30 minute nap and then get up. (I was really out of it, but I didn't want to go to bed so early and "waste" any of the last day of my vacation, so Nick suggested the power nap.) I vaguely recall Nick coming in THREE TIMES and aggressively trying to wake me up after my nap, but let me tell you - for all his good intentions it was NOT happening. I could not wake up, at all. I felt like I was moving through Jello just trying to sit up. Eventually Nick gave up on me (after extracting a drowsy promise from me that I wouldn't hate him in the morning for letting me sleep) and watched Transformers in the other room, and I slept through the night without stirring until 9:00 the next morning. Let me tell you, when you sleep for 12 hours without interruption you wake up feeling RESTED.
Nonetheless, I hate the drowsy, medicinal feeling the pills give me, and I really can't see the value in having them when they immediately put me into a coma, so I don't think those will be going on any future road trips with us!
All in all, we had a fantastic weekend. Sun and sand and good times all around... exactly what a vacation should be.