Last weekend I managed to surprise the hubby and took him to Maine for an early 30th birthday! Let me tell you, pulling off a secret trip was no easy task. But it was so worth it: the look on his face when he realized what I was up to was priceless. He obviously figured out pretty quickly that we were going to Maine. The plane sort of gave it away. What he didn’t know was that instead of staying at my family’s vacation home, we were headed to the resort where we got married two years ago. The kind of resort where they sort your fruit, pack you a thermos of coffee with cookies (for later), teach yoga by the lake, and have bath tubs the size of small swimming pools.
Here’s how it all went down:
When we got into the rental car at Portland Airport, I sprung this on him …
(pardon my grade-school drawing skills!)
We ate as much lobster-by-the-pound as we could find for the end of the season, and then we made our way to Migis Lodge, the resort.
We had an amazing dinner where we defied the laws of lobster-eating, followed by too much dessert and good wine.
The next morning we had breakfast by the lake with the world’s best blueberry pancakes, blueberry muffins, and homemade donuts. I assume hubby got his fill of eggs and bacon, but I was on a carb binge.
It’s safe to say most of the pictures from the weekend were of hubby eating. Cherished memories.
We went to the Fryeburg Fair – my first-ever agricultural fair. In addition to funnel cakes, ferris wheels, and games I’m terrible at, an agricultural fair shows animals and sells them. This basically means that while you’re eating a corn dog, a cow could walk by.
I quickly got into the spirit of things, and considered dropping my legal career to be a farmer.
A lot of coaxing was involved as I had my sights set on the sweetest little goat for a bargain $150.
We drank cider, ate cobbler, and shared fried Maine shrimp (which, let me tell you, are worth every calorie).
After that, we enjoyed the lodge, explored, ate some more, built fires in our cabin that lasted maybe five minutes at a time (we are from Miami after all!), and took clumsy one-handed photos of ourselves in poor lighting.
The days were oh-so pretty and as we mistakenly thought, cold. (Apparently, temperatures in the forties are not considered cold. Wha?)
And that, for the record, is a famous Migis Lodge peaches-n-cream muffin. Best thing ever.