The last time I was in Cape Cod it was 1993. It was the year before our
daughter was born. My husband and I flew out and spent 4 days. We also had a day in Boston! It was so much fun! This coming summer we're going back and I can't wait! Cape
Cod is more than just a nice place I like to go back to. It’s a place where I
“feel” like I’ve always belonged. At times I feel like I lived another life
there…a “metaphysical soul thing.” I guess.
The first time I remember hearing about Cape Cod was from a friend in art
class when I was in 10th grade, she would always share her vacation photos with
me--For the most part I'm not an envious person. I'm usually pleased for the
happiness and success of others; but when Mimi would show me those pictures, I
had a bad case of the green-eyed-monster! That was the vacation I wanted!
That was the life I wanted! When I was
a kid vacations were rare, maybe a trip to Canada to see relatives, or a short
get-away to Cedar Point. But an extended stay by the ocean was not a part of my
life.
I remember when my brother Mickey and his new bride went to Cape Cod for
there honeymoon, Mick brought me back a charm bracelet, I doubt he remembers
that, but it’s still in my jewelry box. I knew then that Cape Cod would also be
my honeymoon destination.
In 1988 Larry and I drove to Cape Cod for our honeymoon. Our first stop when we hit Massachusetts was
Plymouth. After taking in the rock and the boat, we moved on to Hyannis Port. Although
we hadn’t booked a place to settle in for the week, we both felt being centrally
located in Hyannis would be a good location. Plus the ferry to Nantucket was
pretty much right outside our door. Nantucket is such a quaint island, known
for its cobblestone street in the center of town. We did all the little shops,
road bikes, hung out on the shore of Brant Point. It was a great day. I bought
a book, “The Ghosts of Nantucket” that night in bed we read ghost stories to
each other.
Getting back to my “metaphysical soul thing”…
A funny thing happened on the way to Provincetown. As we veered off the main
route on to a dusty little beach road, in search of one of the many lighthouses on the peninsula; I had the oddest
feeling I’d been down this path many times before. I even dreamt about this
road, only in my dream it ended with a house near the beach. It was one of
those Déjà vu moments that you stop and think “I know this so well.” Who knows,
it was probably one of Mimi’s old photos that came back to me…or, maybe I did
lived there in another time period. I prefer that~
