A couple of weekends ago, a coworker invited me along for a road trip through New England. We did what seemingly every other person on the East coast did: checked out the foliage.
M: I know you're about to roll your eyes at me for yet another cheesy post, but hey, I like cheese. And I miss you, girl!
Foliage was in full swing in Vermont and New Hampshire; cheddar cheese, maple syrup and pumpkin-flavoured everything were what kept us going; good music and plenty of chit-chat filled the car while we were driving through some seriously beautiful scenery.
We visited little towns, a civil war re-enactment (no, I'm not kidding!), a book fair and a pumpkin patch, a cool maple syrup farm, the Norman Rockwell museum, and a bunch of places in between. Our Garmin took us on some pretty remote backroads and I will be forever grateful for that.
We stayed at a very cliche B&B with a chatty owner and elderly guests and a totally weird son/cook and had dinner at a restaurant with the craziest waitress - she drew a pumpkin on our bill. Good times.
We returned to the city on the third day. A little tired, a little nutrition-deprived (as we completely relied on junk food and desserts), and with our batteries completely recharged. It was good to trade New York for the woods for a couple of days.
SOTD: Green Day - Hitchin' a ride.
The weirdest part of all was when we first caught a glimpse of Manhattan's skyline on the way home. I felt excited and warm. I felt I came back home. It was the first time that I felt this. I am at home in New York. Cool!
But: Connecticut, Vermont, New Hampshire and Massachusetts, you all look adorable in the october sun and I liked you very much. I am just a tiny bit biased towards Gotham, that's all.
Jules
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