As you all know, Rob and I went on a little trip to the
Quick note: I didn't bring my DSLR on this trip, only because I knew from experience that I'd worry constantly about getting sand in it/getting it stolen. My point and shoot worked just fine for what I wanted to accomplish, which was to chronicle this wonderful weekend.
On Friday Rob came back from his seemingly interminable camping trip in the White Mountains at around 5 pm. He wasn't quite as eager as I was to hop back into the car for another 2 hours after already driving 3 that day, but he was a trooper and did it anyway. After stopping to get some
After satisfying my addiction for the time being, we finally made it to Old Orchard Beach. I had a little bit of a freak out while driving over the train tracks (train phobia alert!) but we got to our room unscathed. We stayed in a lovely little hotel right on the beach, far away from the boardwalk and Jersey Shore wannabes. It was absolutely perfect. Plus we had a neat little kitchenette and a bed that came out of the wall (WHAT?!)!
We went for a little walk down the beach and admired how far away we were from the melee of downtown:
As a quick aside, I'm pretty sure that we are be the only people below the age of 60 who intentionally try to stay away from crowds of people while on vacation.
Anyway we spent the entire day on Saturday laying on the beach and swimming in the ocean (as much as we could, anyway...was a little chilly). It was absolutely amazing to just relax with my husband and feel like we were a million miles away from everything. A few times I forgot I was in Maine, what with the white sand, sunshine and swim-able water.
We covered ourselves in SPF 45, but apparently it wasn't enough, because both of us got extremely nasty burns. Rob, on his chest and stomach, and me, on my chest, thighs and knees, of all places.
After we were sufficiently cooked we decided to go out on a date to a nice restaurant in Portland. We chose Grace, which is located in a former Methodist church. The menu was extensive (and mostly gluten-free) and it had just the ambience we were looking for. Because it was our anniversary date, we went all out with appetizers and desserts...we even tried tuna tartare in the spirit of adventure. We had a blast together, as usual, and the restaurant was absolutely amazing. Plus my husband was freaking adorable in his dress clothes and I got to wear my new wedges!
On Sunday, our actual anniversary, we got up early and got ready before taking a final walk on the beach. I wanted to be like all the other cool couples so I wrote Robbie an anniversary message in the sand.
|(1) I hate my feet, (2) they are not diseased, just sunburned.|
|Look, a sheagull!|
We had such a blast that I'm hoping to make Old Orchard Beach an anniversary tradition for years to come.
Hoo boy, if you made it through that ginormous post than we must be friends.
What did you all do this weekend?