As of tonight, I’m on a week’s vacation to my Grandparent’s cottage in Manomet Massachusetts. (In the Google map picture, it’s the little gray square closest to the sout-western corner of Scooks Pond) I haven’t been to the Cottage in 6 years, and I’m quite exicted to be going again. It’s strange… I haven’t been in so long, but I can still remember the smell of the place… the salt tang in the air. The crappy dirt road leading up to the cottage. The smell of Honeysuckle growing by the pond.
So, on Saturday morning, iolarah and I start the 10+ hour trip (with my parents) to Massachusetts. I want to be there now.