Adventure is Out There!

Friday June 23rd: I got to scoot out of work early and I raced home, knowing we had to hit the road as quickly as possible.  I had already called and ordered our dinner; my mom had run out and grabbed it as I commuted home.  Bobby met us at my house and we jumped into my mom's Rav-4. The ride down was uneventful: little traffic and only some spotted showers.  I slept for almost half the ride (as I always seem to do on long car rides).  Bobby was content in the back seat with his mangas and Goldfish crackers. The drive to my grandma's house typically takes us about five hours and it took us a little less than that this time.  We dropped my mom off, said hello to my grandma, made a pit stop, and then Bobby and I headed for my aunt and uncle's house which is about twenty minutes further south. My little ten year old cousin Ryann had waited up for us. Saturday: My cousin had somehow gotten it in her head that she and I were going to make chocolate chip pan...

Growing up, I lived in a small town halfway between Boston and Cape Cod... which meant we were not technically Bostonians and did not have the accent, but we also were not "Cape people" who are either tourists or extremely well-off.  People from the Cape always told me I should say I'm from Boston, and the true Bostonians who forgot their "R's" vice versa.   My family usually spends a week renting a house on Martha's Vineyard, so I don't typically think of myself as a tourist when I head to the Cape.  Like Boston, even though both are essentially my backyard, it's fun to brave the summer tourist traffic every once in a while and see what kinds of things Cape Cod has to offer.  This particular weekend my aunt and uncle from Albany, NY were in town visiting and my family decided to drive down and join them. Our first stop was a small crafts fair in Hyannis.  Narrow streets and lots of people mean that you usually have to park a few blocks ...