Monday, October 24, 2016

New England Vacation Day 3- Cambridge & Concord, Massachusetts; Portland & Kennebunkport, Maine

We had breakfast Monday morning at Café Luna in Cambridge.  Jack got the chipotle black bean omelette with pulled chicken and I got the double buttermilk waffles with fruit and cream on top.  Jack is a sucker for anything with “chipotle” in the title :)  both were just amazing.  When we go out, we usually order two things we both want and share both of them. 

During the early days of the revolution and the siege on Boston, General Washington lived in a house in Cambridge that was later owned and lived in by poet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow for 50 years.  It’s known as the Longfellow House and the only day of the week it is closed is Monday.  The day we were there. Awesome.  So we stopped and just took a picture in front of it, the yard was gorgeous.

We also stopped at Harvard Square and walked around campus a bit.  The buildings were really old and cool.

Concord, Mass is the site of the “shot heard around the world” in what is considered the first battle of the Revolutionary War, Concord and Lexington.  The drive out there was seriously the most beautiful drive I have ever been on and the town of Concord is just breathtakingly dreamy.  Basically big, colonial houses set back into lush green woods (which were just starting to change for fall).  Minuteman National Park was the site of the battle and we walked through it, over North Bridge, and to Old Manse in cool, misty rain and made it back to our car just as it was starting to pour. 

Louisa May Alcott lived in Concord, and her house still stands and is available to tour.  She wrote Little Women here and the house still has so many original things in it, including wallpaper, paintings, furnishings, and artwork by Louisa’s sister, May, on the walls and fireplaces.  They were very strict about not taking photos in the house, unfortunately, but we got some of the outside and I bought a beautifully bound copy of Little Women inside since I only have a paperback.  I was noticing how low some of the doorways were and the stairway, so when the tour guide told me May was 5’10” I was surprised, because that’s my same height.  Poor girl in that tiny house :) when I informed the guide of this she said, “Oh, she was blonde like you too!  If you ever want a job you can come back and be May in reenactments!”  I totally would, if it meant living in Concord.

Sleepy Hollow Cemetery is in Concord and our GPS took us ALMOST there to a smaller cemetery basically set in people’s backyards.  We traipsed through it in the rain, unable to find the graves we were looking for, when I got mad and walked back to the car….seeing the actual cemetery up the road.  Asher loved the rain the whole time and acted like she was on Splash Mountain when she rode through it in her stroller, arms outstretched, leaning forward laughing and squealing.  We saw the graves of Ralph Waldo Emerson, Henry David Thoreau, Louisa May Alcott, and Nathaniel Hawthorne on what is called Author’s Ridge in the cemetery.  Our last stop in Concord was Walden Pond, which looked more like a lake and was, of course, very pretty.

We pulled into a gas station before leaving town and the attendant (back east most stations have attendants who pump your gas for you) stepped up to Jack’s car window.  Jack quietly informed him that our daughter was asleep in the back seat so we were trying to be quiet.  The man gave him a strange look and took his card to pay.  I ran inside and got some pizza from the little place attached to the station and drinks for the road.  When I got back in the car Jack was laughing because he had figured out that the gas attendant had thought Jack had said to be quiet because his dog was asleep in the back.  Before long we came upon a cute roadside stand with lots of pumpkins and décor with big signs announcing homemade pie.  I could have bought every piece of home décor in that place it was so cute.  Like a little Magnolia.  I got some handmade candy and a mini pecan pie, but was sad I didn’t have any extra room in my luggage and all of the homemade sauces and jams weren’t airline sized :(

We pulled up the Portland, Maine lighthouse in a shroud of fog, which made it all the more awesome.  The Portland lighthouse is the oldest in Maine and was commissioned and funded by George Washington.  When money ran out amidst the revolution it had to be approved again by the secretary of the treasury, Alexander Hamilton.  Right off the deck was painting on the craggy rocks, with the date and name of the Annie MaGuire, a ship that had crashed into those rocks in 1886. 

We had lunch at Eventide Oyster Co.  a crazy good lobster roll and cod sandwich with slaw and fries.  The server probably warned us about 12 times that the lobster roll was small and we’d better order two or three haha. I thought I was going to have to force her over to the counter to place our order for only one.  We then drove down to Kennebunkport and immediately fell in love with that town as well.  Our hotel was unreal.  All I can think to compare it to is the resort on Dirty Dancing that is so cute and old-fashioned so that kids don’t want to accompany their parents there anymore :)  The lawn was open to a dock where boats were coming into a channel from the ocean and the sunset there was breathtaking.  We sat in the Adirondack chairs lined up until we couldn’t see anymore in the dark.  Our room had the best picture window overlooking an inlet that boats were coming into and a cute little fireplace.

We got ice cream at a local place, Roccocos that has really neat flavors (I got Maine whoopie pie and Jack got maple gingersnap).

After Asher was asleep we sat by our big windows and looked out across the water again.  Maine was everything we had pictured and a lot more.

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