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I meant to make this post earlier, and started it in notepad before becoming distracted.
As I do not believe this journal is widely read, I shall simply refer people to Rey's vacation posts, one and two. I will admit I spent most of the time of post one looking forward to the time of post two, although we only had a day and a half to spend there.
Bar Harbor was something of a tourist trap, and what I had hoped was a quaint local boookshop from the outside was, from within, something akin to a Barnes & Noble Lite. In a fit of that mania which grips tourists everywhere, I nearly bought some nautical charts I found in the back, but since I lack the skills to read them and prefer household art on the walls I fought off the urge. I did get a beautiful little compass at Acadia National Park, and thoroughly enjoyed myself at the beach. Despite all attempts at sunblock, my already noticeable nose is red, making me look like an absurd clown.
Alcohol was everywhere, in the form of ridiculously named mixed drinks as well as mouth-wateringly expensive offerings of whiskey and the like. It is a cruel world. Fortunately Rey's orders were too dessert-like to be very tempting. I survived.
The beach was wonderful, rocky and cool, but sadly no less insomnia-inducing than home. I will admit, I was excited to be there, and the sheer joy of being in the place kept me up late. There was also too much to do to allow sleeping in, so I was more than ready for a rest by the time we arrived home.
As I do not believe this journal is widely read, I shall simply refer people to Rey's vacation posts, one and two. I will admit I spent most of the time of post one looking forward to the time of post two, although we only had a day and a half to spend there.
Bar Harbor was something of a tourist trap, and what I had hoped was a quaint local boookshop from the outside was, from within, something akin to a Barnes & Noble Lite. In a fit of that mania which grips tourists everywhere, I nearly bought some nautical charts I found in the back, but since I lack the skills to read them and prefer household art on the walls I fought off the urge. I did get a beautiful little compass at Acadia National Park, and thoroughly enjoyed myself at the beach. Despite all attempts at sunblock, my already noticeable nose is red, making me look like an absurd clown.
Alcohol was everywhere, in the form of ridiculously named mixed drinks as well as mouth-wateringly expensive offerings of whiskey and the like. It is a cruel world. Fortunately Rey's orders were too dessert-like to be very tempting. I survived.
The beach was wonderful, rocky and cool, but sadly no less insomnia-inducing than home. I will admit, I was excited to be there, and the sheer joy of being in the place kept me up late. There was also too much to do to allow sleeping in, so I was more than ready for a rest by the time we arrived home.
