Like that? Ring any bells? No? Thought not. And we can just call it “The Honeymoon” from this point on if that works for you.

Yes, Day 2. I know, you’re probably wondering where Day 1 went. Did someone spike the punch at the reception? Thank goodness, no. Day 1 is lost somewhere in the ether, high above the clouds. Day 1 was spent on a plane between Oklahoma City and Manchester, New Hampshire.

Day 2 began just outside of Portland, Maine. We drove into the city and spent the day walking around the town and enjoying the seaside fare.

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The first place we stopped in town was Gilbert’s Chowder House because we were hungry and I’m not sure what sounds better than a chowder house.

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Our first stop was a very good decision. Kevin had his very first lobster roll and I had the seafood chowder. Mine was good, but his looks better than mine because it was better than mine.

kevin's first lobster roll

lobster roll

chowdah.

During this trip, I harassed a lot of seagulls. This is just the beginning.

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Portland has a lot of lines. And signs. And brick. And cobblestones. Oh, the cobblestones. I love all those things.

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NEXT UP: The seaside and Cape Elizabeth. But first, this photo I took just for Heather…

"Sea Heather"