Maine

Last Weekend I went to Maine with Eric, we had a good time, I got to see the Eastermost point in the contiguous United States, I went to Canada for the first time. They sadly did not stamp my passport at the border.


On friday night we flew from San Diego to Boston on a red eye. God totally hooked us up, because we were originally on a flight that landed first in JFK and I HATE HATE HATE that airport. But when we went to check in and see if we could get our seats changed, they offered to bump us to the non-stop to Boston for free. The change in flights also bought us enough time to grab some dinner before our flight. (yummy CPK Olive and Mushroom Pizza!)

We flew, and were in an emergency exit row so we had extra legroom. There was, however the crankiest flight attendant I have ever encountered. She was a source of entertainment for me. Because it was an overnight flight, we both tried to sleep on the plane, but weren't that succesful.

The nest day we landed at Logan airport, picked up the rental car and started driving towards Maine. Our plans were to see where we ended up and grab some lodgings for the night before figuring out what we were doing the next day. We got as far as Machias before Eric decided it would be safer if he had a nap before continuing on for the day (it was about 3 in the afternoon) So we stopped at a fun and safe looking gas station. While he took a nap, I explored the things found in gas stations that you can't find in Southern California. I ate a pack of devil dogs and some lime water and called some friends at home. After he rested a bit we drove a few more hours and ended up in Lubec, ME. A little town just this side of the US/Canadian border. We found lodgings and then went in search for dinner. While we were driving around we noticed this little beachy area where if you looked east it was nightime and the moon was up but if you looked west, it was still in a phase of a really beutiful sunset. I took pictures, Eric explored the plantlife, but eventually we ddecided we were really hungry. There were two places to eat in this town, and one of them looked absolutely dead. The other one was a fairly busy looking seafood place. We were trying to avoid it, because I am not a seafood eater. After driving around this little town we decided to eat there. I knew that I could get a salad and fries if nothing else. They actually had non-seafood items on the menu, but I decided that since I was being adventurous with my weekend, I would go ahead and order the fish and chips. They weren't bad. I still don't love seafood, but I ate all of my dinner.

The next day we had to get batteries for the GPS so we stopped at a gas station. There we procured Whoopie Pies for breakfast (I also grabbed a starbucks coffee because my body thought it was still 5 am or something) visited the Easternmost point in the contiguous US (a hobby of his and the reason for the trip)and that is located at West Quoddy Head, ME. We took pictures, visited the lighthouse, (one of only two red and white striped ones in the U.S.) and then departed for Canada. We visited an island of New Brunswick and saw FDR's summer home. Located wild blackberries, and raspberries. I got ate up by some mosquitos. We went to this little inn thing for lunch and I had a really good grilled cheese sandwich and tomato soup. After lunch we found a Canadian grocery store, because Eric was convinced I needed a Canadian Mt. Dew. They are caffeine free and I think they taste better. After that we returned to the U.S. and drove down to Augusta, where we had Olive Garden and went to bed, knowing we had to drive the rest of the way to Boston the next day and be there in time to make our flight home.

The next day we drove and drove and drove, stopped at a Tim Horton's for a lunch/breakfast break and then drove and drove and drove and finally made it to Boston and were in the terminal exactly 1 hour before flight time.

Many changes in life are the result of this trip, and it is going to take some time to get used to. But I do feel that even with all of the negatives, this trip was well worth it. I am however, dealing with a lot of stuff right now, so if you feel compelled to comment about what a whorish slut I am for going on a vacation where absolutely nothing innappropriate happened, please keep it to yourself.