Once again, it’s been a while, so the here’s the Headline News version of what’s been going on:
4/27: Supposed to be the last day of classes, but with all the snow day make-ups, it wasn’t. Some people had class on 4/28, but I have class today, 5/2. Yes, that’s right, I have class five days after classes supposedly ended. At 8 pm. For one hour. After the department end o’ year party. Which is at a bar.
Makes excellent sense, doesn’t it?
Anyway, on the bleh rainy day of 4/27, I sat down with my professor and talked about this whole Korea book plan and where it was headed over the summer. I’ve written a new outline: it comes to 18 chapters, plus an intro and epilogue, and estimated about 220 pages. Doug was pleased with the outline, but told me not to worry too much about such things too much. Basically, I just need to sit down and get crankin’. He estimated I could write a chapter a week this summer and pretty much finish a first draft. I said, “Um, Ok.”
4/28: Despite more dreary weather, B. and I headed to Cape Cod. Well, first we had to head to the airport to rent a car. For some reason it’s the cheapest place to rent a car, despite being one of the most inconvenient. To get to the airport from our apartment we have to take the red line to the green line to the blue line, which in addition to being a lot of transferring, in Boston means going up and down a lot of stairs. This is just about the most disabled un-friendly city I’ve ever been to, with the exception of small medieval towns in Europe. Going up and down a lot of stairs is no biggie, but when you are carrying something heavy, say, airport luggage, or you’re in a wheelchair, it’s kind of a pain to say the least.
At the airport, we grab a shuttle to the terminal, then another shuttle to the Budget lot. Then we waited in line for at least a half an hour, despite the fact that we had reservations. I guess everybody had reservations. It was one of those situations where about ten people seemed to be standing behind the counter, and only 2 seemed to be helping customers. Good times.
It turned out OK though. They gave us a convertible, which was sweet, since it’s always sunny and 80 on Cape Cod. Um, yeah. I’m sort of wondering about the need for convertibles at all in New England at this point. It’s not exactly Napa Valley here people.
Anyway, our convertible was very comfy and got us to the Cape in no time. We had an excellent dinner at a restaurant in Sandwich (what a great town name) called Aqua Grille. It was right on the water and felt very vacation-y. I had the very local baked scrod, which, despite how it sounds, was quite good. B. had BBQ ribs and Boston baked beans, which from the empty plate, I took to be excellent as well.
We made it to our B&B in Provincetown by 8-ish, and were welcomed into the cottage we’d rented, which was very cute, complete with gas fire (very necessary) and reading loft. Nice.
4/29: After a continental breakfast in the B&B owners’ kitchen we rented bikes and rode out to Race Point on the Cape Cod National Seashore. It turned out to be a fantastic day with perfectly clear blue skies. It was windy and brisk, though, and we were pretty bundled up, despite the heat generated by riding. The trails were paved, and ran through dunes, white pines and bayberry bushes. We rode along the Atlantic side of the “fist” of the Cape at some points, and I was surprised to see how clear and blue the water was. There were a lot of whale watchers sitting in their cars in the parking lot, but we didn’t see anything from our bikes. Then again, they had binoculars and we didn’t, and the ocean was frenzied and topped with infinite white caps.
Later we ate lunch outside at Bubala’s Cafe which was yummilicious and great for people watching. We strolled down Commercial Street for most of the rest of the afternoon, ducking in and out of shops, galleries, etc. We’d been on a quest for soft serve ice cream since we’d seen a sign the night before, and we found some. We both have a strange attraction to the stuff.
Speaking of quests, whenever we go somewhere, we try to pick up the tackiest magnet we can to commemorate the trip, and we got a couple of good ones in Provincetown. I did find a hilarious one of JFK reading the newspaper, and another one of a cartoon lobster being boiled alive. Got to love that New England sense of humor. Get it? The lobster is being boiled alive! On Cape Cod! Because people there eat a lot of lobsters!