I am that girl who plays in fountains in Vail while wearing her shirt from Nantucket. It’s a great life.
That girl.
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Monthly Archives: August 2014
A wish.
Dad said when you blow on a dandelion you should make a wish.
I can’t tell you what I wish, but it might have something to do with always being lucky enough to go on big adventures, and always being lucky enough to come back to mountains and skies like this.
Big apple.
Eating a Little Apple in the heart of the Big Apple.
Our adventures in the Far East came to an end in the Big Apple, but Mom says she thinks only people who don’t live in New York City actually call it that.
Whatever it should be called, it is a magical city. There is a giant park, a giant museum, a raised walking garden path, a bunch of fountains, a huge toy store, a three story house of dolls, underground trains, lots of crowded streets, and even a serious set of fountains that made mom cry.
First, we took the train into the city.
Once in the city, we had an amazing time, and I was spoiled rotten.
FAO Schwarz is an astounding toy store with a bunch of stuffed Twizzles and other amazing things.
I left FAO Schwarz with Patrick the Pup. Thanks, Dad. He is gigantic and so fluffy.
The Highline is an old raised train track turned into a walking garden path.
The Museum of Natural History has so many rooms we visited it twice. This giant crab was so big it will haunt my dreams for a while.
Central Park has leaves, trees, horses and carriages, bikers, and lots of people. I loved it.
Rockefeller Plaza has the shiniest fountain in the city.
American Girl Doll Place has three stories of dolls. Mom went sort of crazy. She insisted dad take this picture of me “getting my first American Girl Doll.”
The 9/11 Memorial made mom cry. Dad said someday he and mom will tell me what the two square fountains mean, and why there are so many names written all around each one. It must be important. And sad.
And so, Goodnight Big Apple. Thanks for the magical adventures.
And so ends our big adventures in the Far East.
Ye Olde Mystic.
After living the island life in the Far East, we moved a little less east and stayed with Grammie and Grandpa in a town called Mystic.
There was a pool.
Mom made me wear these things called floaties. I pretended to hate them.
But those things called floaties let me swim by myself. Don’t tell mom I kind of love my floaties.
There was a beach.
Grammie gave me this red shovel and bucket.
And there was a fantastic sunset.
Dad and the Mystic sunset.
I loved spending time with Grammie and Grandpa in the lovely town of Mystic.
A little (more) island adventure.
I visited the little island of Nantucket when I was just a baby, and I promised Aunt and Uncle KandK that I would be back, whether they liked it or not! So, during our travels in the Far East, we hopped on a ferry and zipped over the ocean and joined all of dad’s family at KandK’s little island home. It was a wonderful four days of little island life.
KandK have a beautiful home with a big yard and big flowers.
Hydrangea grows like a weed on Nantucket.
Their yard is perfect for shenanigans.
The whole family gathered together, and ate clams cooked many different ways.
Grammie and Grandpa and Rusty on the back porch.
I ate clams fried and on the half shell.
The whole good looking clan.
We visited multiple beaches, saw lots of boats, shells, seaweed, and even a lighthouse.
The water was very cold at this beach.
There were boats of all sizes, including large yachts.
There was even a light house, which was rather small for my taste.
The sunset on the beach the last night was certainly the most special part of the trip.
KandK and the Nantucket sunset.
Then it was time to hop back on the high speed ferry, feel the wind in our hair, and head back to America.
The top deck of the ferry.
Thanks for a wonderful visit to your little island, KandK! Don’t worry, I will invite myself back again sooner rather than later!!!
Hello again Boston.
Our travels in the Far East began in Boston, which is a very good place to start.
First stop, Copley Square for a little Burdik’s chocolate pick-me-up. (Note the lovely Aunt A in the mirror taking our picture. It was so nice spending the day with Aunt A and giggling Uncle R!!, thanks for hosting us for the night!)
Next stop, the Public Gardens.
No visit to the Public Gardens as a tourist is complete without a cliche family picture on the bridge.
We braved the heat and the long line to ride the Swan Boat. Also completely cliche.
It was nice seeing the ducky statues again.
We went across town to the aquarium to see the Giant Sea Turtle…
… and the adorable penguins.
Thanks for a wonderful day, Boston! I’m sure we will be back again soon!
That was a very good day in a very fun city.
Back home.
The Little Blogger is happy to be home after her extensive travels in the Far East. Once I steal mom’s iPhone and retrieve all the evidence of my adventures I will share them with my loyal followers.
Let me just say it was a magical journey through Boston, Nantucket, Newport, Mystic and New York City.
In the meantime, I am catching up on laundry, or at least letting mom catch me up, and playing with all the toys I missed while I was gone.