It was an amazing trip.
We took the Amtrak (which is slow, but a very nice way to travel) to New York, then we rented a car and tooled around Vermont, New Hampshire and Massachusetts (which are all a part of New England, which is not a State).
(Notice the lack of an Oxford Comma in that sentence. I’m all about proper grammar, folks.)
There was a ton of historical stuff to see.
- The USS Constitution
Oldest commisioned floating battleship in the world, and the 6th ship in the US Navy
- The Friendship of Salem
Not nearly as old, but the same style
- The Mayflower Ⅱ
Of course, a replica of the original Mayflower that the pilgrims came over on
- The bridge where the first shot of the Revolutionary War was fired and the lantern that was used to signal Paul Revere
Much more interesting than it sounds
- Ralph Waldo Emerson’s birthplace
My friend Alicia can tell you what a fan of Emerson I was in college 😞X(
- A bunch of other stuff that wasn’t nearly as cool as getting my picture taken with the Blue Man Group
But, surprisingly to me, the best part of the trip wasn’t even seeing the Blue Man Group for the third time.
Christine is convinced I could see them every week and not get sick of it.
The best part of the trip was meeting Christine’s family.
This was the first time she had seen her mom’s side of the family in something like 15 years, and they were all so happy to see her. They were really cool people too.
Her uncle George gave us the grand tour of where Christine’s mom grew up, and showed us the shop where he works (he owns his own landscaping business). It was a lot of fun to see all the landmarks that I’ve heard stories about.
But I had this feeling I can’t describe the whole time we were staying with them.
There was just so much love.
Of course they were all excited to see Christine now that she’s all grown up, but in some ways, it felt like there hadn’t been anytime at all since they had last seen here.
Both Christine and I were worried that it might be awkward, like we were talking to a bunch of strangers, or that we would run out of things to say.
There was not one minute that I felt uncomfortable. From the moment that George greeted us at the end of the driveway until when we realized that we had to leave if we wanted to catch our train home, we both felt very welcomed.
I really don’t want to take my family for granted (as I have been guilty of).
If anybody is interested, a map of all the photos I took on the trip is available on Flickr.