Dreaming Of Cape Cod

Provincetown, Cape Cod, USA

Yesterday the weather was -16°C in Winnipeg; I had sort of forgotten how cold it gets here, and how life continues despite that cold. We still do errands and see friends and do yardwork, it’s just that we are all bundled up while we do these things, and that we require a hot chocolate immediately upon coming home (or maybe that’s just me). The house feels especially cold now that Aaron left to go back to the states, and his departure signified my travels really being over for the time being. Reality is sinking in, and it’s sometimes a difficult pill to swallow.

To shake the post-travelling blues and to remind myself of warmer days, I think of some of the beautiful places I visited in the last fourteen months, some of the places I had dreamed of visiting since I was a little girl. I had always wanted to go to Cape Cod, and so it was a wonderful coincidence that Aaron’s mum is currently living there and could host us while we travelled across America and Canada on our road trip.

In Cape Cod we spent our days on beaches, among old wooden boats and sea creatures. We ate breakfast when the sun came up, planning activities around the weather. I read books and went for bike rides. We found lighthouses and stores that sold the perfect nautical antiques. It was exactly what you would expect from Cape Cod, and it was one of my favourite locations on our journey.

I miss those days in New England.