Speaking of Lobsters…

 

 

This week I visited Portland, Maine. I have never been that far north or east, and I must say I absolutely loved it. The people were kind, the accents were adorable, and the city was bustling but quaint. All the buildings looked like historical monuments set against the cozy cobble stone streets.  It was much more touristy than I expected, and as you’ll see in most of my pictures, I totally fell into it’s sneaky little trap of shops filled with moose and lobster pride, beach garb, and local foods.

 

 

 

 

I was guided around Portland by my friend Nichole who I met about this time last year while visiting family in Florida. We hadn’t seen each other since then, but have the kind of friendship that makes that ok.  She introduced me to a couple of her friends, who were equally as cool. One of them even let me sleep on his couch during my stay (thanks Justin).

 

 

 

I’m not gonna say that I didn’t take the whole “Moosin’ around” thing a little too far…cause I maybe possibly might have…Portland made it too easy for me though…It’s all Portland’s fault…

 

 

 

 

 

 

Maine is called Vacationland and I can see why. As defined by Merriam Webster, a vacation is a time of respite from something, or a period during which activity is suspened. Maine probably embodies the true term “vacation” better than any place I’ve ever been. It is peaceful, relaxing, beautiful, and easy going. Not many distractions or man made amusements to turn your respite time into an exhausting venture. 

 

The beach in Maine was as I imagined it would be. Like the setting described in the beginning of a sappy romance novel. The sky, sea, and sand all meeting to form varying vertical lines of gray, with every person looking like a waving shadow through the fog and relentless ocean breeze. It was unlike other beaches I have been to, with no one really swimming in the water or playing volleyball or frisbee. A few brave children would dip in occasionally to shriek at the feel of freezing water every time a wave came in. Most though, including myself, just sat or walked along the sand enjoying the day and the view of the water. If I were a writer, I would come here every summer to clear my mind and gain inspiration.

 

 I really enjoyed taking pictures here. Every shot seemed to capture something magical or mysterious. The feel of this place was so calm, almost eery at times. I’ve posted two of my favorites below.

  

 

 

Reflecting now on my short visit, I honestly didn’t expect to feel so much for this tiny spot of the world…Once again I appreciate the fact that life never fails to surprise me with my own feelings.