A much needed girls trip to Boston was in order this past weekend to see two dear friends, Michele and Tasha. As always, Michele and I had one of those talks that puts the mind at ease. When we talk, we talk. Our parallel paths continue, as they have for a long time, and there is a deep comfort in that.
The sea beckoned me to Rockport, and that’s exactly where Tash and I headed on Saturday. Autumn by the sea is pretty as a picture.
The air was quite crisp and the last hints of fall could be found, but the things I adore about summer could still be found too. Flowers, vibrant colors, cloudless blue skies and the wafting smell of the ocean instantly connected me with that summer feeling.
Rockport is a quintessential New England town that doesn’t take long to charm you, calm you and make you feel like you belong right where you are. The charm comes from more than just the architecture; the boutique owners are as charming as they come.
Captain Steve of Capt. Steve’s Sea Shell Shop offered a warm welcome into his sweet store filled with shells and the stories they carry with them.
, shop owner Robin, greeted us as if we were long lost friends and let us make a loud fuss over her wares and her “to die for” storefront mermaid. [It’s not for sale, we asked].