Last summer, Tim and I knew that our time in New England was closing down, and we wanted to get in as much traveling in the area as we could. In thinking of New England summers, what does one think of? Cape Cod.
Cape Cod is close to the perfect summer locale. We spent the weekend driving around in a spankin hot mustang convertible. And pretty much just that was even amazing. The air is salty and sweet with the ocean and the one million and one ice cream shops and seafood dives along every road. The tiny side beach we visited was gorgeous, the sand was soft and scorching hot, and there was barely anyone there to disturb our walk on the beach. Of course, there was the creepy long haired man laying out, listening to Chris Isaak's "I dont wanna fall in love..." but yet, even that just brought more entertainment to our weekend.
And of course, all of the seafood places are locally owned and do what they do best. They also have quaint names like Lobster Hut and Seafood Shanty. There is nothing better than a Lobster roll. I want one. I want the lobster-y goodness on a slightly toasted hot dog bun with a side of perfectly crunchy french fries.
The vibe is just totally different once you get to the Cape, no one cares about anything, its all chill and care free.
Can anyone tell that I might just miss the Cape?
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