I realized that in the last month, I've been in seven states and travelled over 3,000 miles by train and car.
I arrived in Boston Thursday night, and Friday we headed up the coast of Massachusetts, briefly New Hampshire and then on to Maine. Maine's nickname is vacationland and we decided for Leslie's birthday, he needed a vacation from Boston. We made a good choice, I think. Maine was lovely, with a nice slow pace as we didn't really plan our travels and just wandered to whatever we found interesting. Our main goals were lighthouses and beaches. We also went a state park and Fort Popham.
After a return to Boston, we promptly headed further south to Rhode Island, to join two other friends. I love getting together with friends I've known for a while. There is a special level of comfort and laughter always follows.
Monday, we decided to explore Boston once again. We took a Duck Tour, one of the amphibious tours where you are in one vehicle for both land and sea. I loved the water part of the tour the best. Boston's harbor had a number of extra vessels due to the upcoming holiday.
It was over all too soon. I took Amtrak back to my sister's, and now, I need to start packing for my next trip. I leave in a week for Mozambique. It feels surreal. I'm looking forward to it, but it still seems distant. I think I've been going a lot of directions this past month, trying to fit everything in before I go. (Actually, this weekend will include a bit more travel too.) All of this has kept me from daydreaming too much about the next journey. But regardless of what I feel, it is rapidly approaching!
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