The last time I was at Cape Cod the children were in 2nd and 6th grade. It was May of 1987 and we spent a long glorious weekend at a rented home right on the beach at Brewster. Stephanie and Lee couldn't get enough of the water outside the back door and the candy shop a short bike ride away. Such wonderful memories.
Now, 27 years later, I am back but this time so much wiser. The cottage I stayed in belongs to great friends, Tom and Lynne, and is in the woods in Welfleet, a bit north of Brewster. This trip I luxuriated in the views of the woods, the ponds, the Bay and ocean, and the utter charm of the small towns of Cape Cod. No wonder artists flock here. I love all the cottages - especially the wee ones right along the beaches.
But I get ahead of myself. I arrived in Boston Thursday evening. Friday morning I went with Lynne to the writing class she teaches at Wellesley. Ah the young women were thoughtful as they discussed Supreme Court cases associated with their writing topics. They were cases I had lived through - interesting to hear them discussed by people to whom they were history.
Wellesley was the first East coast school I had ever seen while on a trip when I was 16 and it is every bit as beautiful as I remember. While Lynne met with students after class I strolled around campus (and I am walking well these days - with my cane at my PT's insistence. It gets me lots of open doors so I appreciate it). Then off to visit the new Westwood Library that Tom, as head of the whole system, supervised - and it surpassed my expectations. Lovely, useful design. So airy. Makes one want to settle down in a corner with a good book.
Then off to the Cape for a long weekend. The cottage is gorgeous (imagine a gem with a beautiful kitchen, open living area, 2 bedrooms, an over-the-top bathroom and a deck overlooking the woods behind the house). All with a seaside fragrance. My favorite spot was the entry. There is something about a red table that calls me.
Three days later, days filled with wonderful meals (oh the clam chowder! And the oysters! And lots of wine!), beautiful drives around the Cape, reading on the couch and deck and in my comfortable bed, and talks, talks, talks. We had lots to catch up on - and so we did. I loved every minute.
Lynne dropped me off at the MTA ("oh he never returned, no, he never returned . . . "). I took the train (my first of many on this trip) an hour east to Worcester (or Wis-tah by the natives) for the next leg - a cabin in the Berkshires with Stu and Jayne.
Now, 27 years later, I am back but this time so much wiser. The cottage I stayed in belongs to great friends, Tom and Lynne, and is in the woods in Welfleet, a bit north of Brewster. This trip I luxuriated in the views of the woods, the ponds, the Bay and ocean, and the utter charm of the small towns of Cape Cod. No wonder artists flock here. I love all the cottages - especially the wee ones right along the beaches.
But I get ahead of myself. I arrived in Boston Thursday evening. Friday morning I went with Lynne to the writing class she teaches at Wellesley. Ah the young women were thoughtful as they discussed Supreme Court cases associated with their writing topics. They were cases I had lived through - interesting to hear them discussed by people to whom they were history.
Wellesley was the first East coast school I had ever seen while on a trip when I was 16 and it is every bit as beautiful as I remember. While Lynne met with students after class I strolled around campus (and I am walking well these days - with my cane at my PT's insistence. It gets me lots of open doors so I appreciate it). Then off to visit the new Westwood Library that Tom, as head of the whole system, supervised - and it surpassed my expectations. Lovely, useful design. So airy. Makes one want to settle down in a corner with a good book.
Then off to the Cape for a long weekend. The cottage is gorgeous (imagine a gem with a beautiful kitchen, open living area, 2 bedrooms, an over-the-top bathroom and a deck overlooking the woods behind the house). All with a seaside fragrance. My favorite spot was the entry. There is something about a red table that calls me.
Three days later, days filled with wonderful meals (oh the clam chowder! And the oysters! And lots of wine!), beautiful drives around the Cape, reading on the couch and deck and in my comfortable bed, and talks, talks, talks. We had lots to catch up on - and so we did. I loved every minute.
Lynne dropped me off at the MTA ("oh he never returned, no, he never returned . . . "). I took the train (my first of many on this trip) an hour east to Worcester (or Wis-tah by the natives) for the next leg - a cabin in the Berkshires with Stu and Jayne.
Sounds wonderful! I know you're enjoying every minute.
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