One of my fondest memories as a child was to go to the beach with my mother and sisters in the early morning, take our swimming lessons, then sit on the beach the rest of the day having sandwiches and lemonade, and when the ice cream truck came, my mother would always hand out dollar bills for us to get whatever we wanted. By the time the sun was nearing the horizon, and the mosquitos were just coming out of hiding, we were going home.
This weekend I did just that. Erik and I woke up at the crack of dawn, we gathered our lounge chairs and a huge beach umbrella, packed a cooler full of ice and wine coolers, Italian Ices and spring water and headed to Plum Island for the entire day. We arrived to the beach around 10am and set up for the day beneath the shining sun and clear blue sky. We slathered ourselves in sunscreen and sprawled out. The air was touched by an occassional breath of sea wind, white gulls dipped into the water every now and then and children ran in and out of the frigid Atlantic. Erik and I refreshed by the summer scenery, took off into the waves, allowing ourselves to immerse in the salted bouyancy, floating along wave after wave. At that moment, I felt free. Intimacy was ours, sitting together reading books we usually have no time to read, playing and spalshing in the ocean together and later sharing a meal on the waterside, fried clams and homemade lemonade. It was a summer day to remember.
Later that night, we met up with our close friends Jen, George, Neil and Adam and had a few drinks at the Rockfish before retiring back to Jen's "Great Gatsby" house in Newbury. There, against the backdrop of midnight gardens, we sat beneath the constellation Lyra talking until 2am.
The following day, Erik and I woke up early and had breakfast at Angie's, in Newburyport. The Belgian waffles are melt-in-your-mouth delicious and their coffee is just how I like it, they even had fresh squeezed orange juice, which is always a treat. Afterward, we walked around in town and stopped in each of the three bath and body shops to buy hand cut glycerine soaps and German herbal bath gel and European bath salts. Newburyport prides itself on being a little seaside town with European style shoppes and restaurants. I am always impressed with the place, and everyone is always friendly. It's been four years since I've lived there and many of the shoppe owners still remember my face and what I like to buy. This is why I know that this town is in my soul.
It was a busy weekend, filled with much activity, a company barbeque and finally rest and relaxation. I am not leaving the apartment until sunset and may do some art if I have the energy to do so. I just created a new community on livejournal called materia_medica and I am excited about it. I'm also looking forward to many new things that seem to be opening up before me, more on that soon.
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