jerzgirl

Saturday turned out to be beautiful - bright, sunny, and not hot!  Deb and I did the town, going from shop to shop.  She discovered gelato and a pet shop that sold trinkets and collectibles designed like or for pets that also gave a portion of the proceeds to help animals.  She bought a gift for a friend that she saw there.  She bought herself a little dress in another shop, gifts for her boyfriend and another friend in yet another shop and for her boyfriend’s grandmother in another one on Monday morning just before we left.   Meal prices there are quite high, so she and I hit a burger stand on the main drag for lunch on Sunday and a creperie on Saturday for breakfast whose prices were reasonable.   Our B&B offered continental breakfast, but unless you like boiled eggs, there really wasn’t any protein offered.  I can’t do straight carbs without regretting it at some point.

Both of my ankles and my back hurt on Saturday, so I had to stop every so many feet in order to continue.  I felt bad and couldn’t understand why my ankles were acting up since I hadn’t missed any of my meds.  I took some Aleve hoping I’d feel better.  On Sunday, I felt really good, but Deb ended up sick, so we didn’t get out to check other things out like I’d wanted to do, but Tom and I went to the Truro winery and I went through the wine-tasting.  Found a wine I liked and bought a bottle, plus got a glass I could keep.  That night, we went to Michael Shay’s restaurant for dinner.  Tom and I had fried scallops and a twice baked potato and Deb had London broil and the same potato.  All meals came with the salad bar.  It was one of our more reasonably priced restaurant meals.

We also learned that the little Caribbean/Venezuelan food place we’d discovered had moved to a new location and had become a full-fledged sit-down restaurant with a bar.  I stopped there with my daughter and quickly learned that their drinks were more than $10 a piece!!  We did go back for dinner, but somehow, between lunch and dinner, the drink prices jumped another $.50.  I was disappointed.  Although what I got was delicious, I didn’t think it was worth the price I paid.  Nor were any of the items we’d grown to look forward to previously on the new menu.  Very disappointed, yet glad they’ve succeeded so well.

After checking out on Monday, Deb and I made one last pass through town since she’d been sick the day before.  That set off Tom and his raging anxieties about getting home.  But, I knew we’d be OK.  He just didn’t have faith.  I ended up sending some locally made fudge and salt water taffy to my son, his fiancée and his three kids from there and Deb got a few last minute trinkets before she left as well.It may just be that we were meant to leave later because when we finally hit New Jersey, they had just gotten over a horrific storm that dumped 3″ of hail (literally - it looked like it had snowed!) and knocked down trees all over.  There were still trees laying across the slow lane of the Garden State Parkway right after the first toll.  Crews hadn’t even arrived to clean it up yet - that’s how close behind the storm we’d arrived.  So, if we’d left when Tom was hyperventilating, we might just have been caught in that thing.  Things often work for a reason, I’ve noticed.