The week before spring break it was hard to believe that a few days at the Cape would be anything near lovely. And it wasn’t perfect but it was wonderful to get away to Provincetown, to see the ocean, to walk in sand and to eat something that I had not cooked.
Third day at the Cape. Falmouth, MA. First day on the beach.
The plan for this four-day vacationette at the Cape was to park the car at the inn, bike everywhere and spend at least part of each day on the beach, Julia digging and making castles, me, reading and writing. As it turned out, we arrived on Tuesday in time for supper, walked up to the main street, checked out the bike rental store which was closed and found out the they are only doing multi-day renting. No problem, I though. We’d pick bikes up on Wednesday morning and keep them until Saturday. We had a very nice Mexican meal, sitting outside, reading the menu on my phone. I had the margarita that I sorely needed and we walked home.