Saturday, June 25, 2011

Maine-ly Beautiful

Being from the Midwest, I know very little about the East coast...not to mention New England. This was my first trip to NE in years. You'd think for the first return trip, fate/life would go for something more modest like a major city. Nope, not in this case. As life would have it, this trip I was going all the way up the coast to Maine for an absolutely breath-taking destination wedding. And wow was it beautiful. It had all the dark beauty of northwoods Wisconsin but it was mixed with the ocean to add a heavy feeling of age and wisdom. The rock formations alone were unlike any I'd ever seen. And the lobster was just as good as I imagined it would be.

Maybe my wonder with Maine was because of the sleepless night driving it took to get there, but I doubt it. I love sleepy little towns, and this one was covered in mist. A charming little tourist trap "downtown" with candle bowling, fudge shops, and tshirt stands and, of course, the harbor with countless fishing skiffs bobbing. I only wish there was enough time in the weekend to have gotten a harbor tour in, but I suppose that will have to wait for the next (more extended) trip to the coast of Maine. I say this and laugh because the homegirl I am can hardly imagine another trip to Maine since it had taken me this long to go for the first time, but I guess you never know with these sort of things. Even this trip wasn't something I could have imagined or plotted on 2011 till it was all of the sudden there, a wedding in Maine, but all the same, it was beautiful and absolutely somewhere I would go again given the chance.

Friday, June 17, 2011

Flying Friendly Skies

I know many people say they hate O'Hare airport, but I really rather like it. Thousands of people running, walking, and tripping that maze of terminals and concourses. The buzz of conversation is constant, the energy and excitement (or anxiety for some) is contagious, and the pierce of that Sweet Home Chicago accent is music to my ears.

I've slept there, I've sprinted down the halls, and spent from 5 mins to an hour with friends when our paths had fortuitously crossed. Sure, I've gotten stuck there a few times and had a heart attack there once or twice, but you love a place for all of it; the ups and downs, right? For me, the bottom line is that no matter where I go, no matter what I do, I know I'm one flight away from home.