It was a delight to sleep in, although Eric was up early and showered and off to work with his students; his colleague Maurice drove back to Montreal to be with his ill wife and has left Eric to take care of the course.
Maya could not decide if she wanted to take the ferry to Martha's Vineyard, or bike to Falmouth and look for hermit crabs (but mostly to get coffee at Starbucks), or just go to Stoney Beach for a swim. She was preoccupied with setting up her Facebook account (I had read in the 'Economist' that children should have Facebook pages, as long as parents monitor their activities and set clear limits and boundaries' Maya had been asking about Facebook for months and I had been resistant until recently), so by the time we got moving, Martha's Vineyard was no longer possible, and it was time for coffee.
Maya was reluctant to bike the hour to Starbucks and back, but I promised to get into the water at Stoney Beach, and that was enough to convince her. We stopped off at the beach on the way to Falmouth to see if the hermit crabs were out, but could not find any. After two triple espresso macchiatos, I was set, so we biked through the town and ran into an arts fare. We listened to folk music and peeked at the art booths, but were most interested in the quahogs. A patient of mine who was originally from Boston, had mentioned them and had described how to go 'clamming' for them on the beach, but I had never heard of them, and so when I saw samples for sale, I decided that quahogs would be our lunch. We had a choice of garlic, chili and lime, or coconut butter, and we tried all three, all equally delicious.
Ice cream was next; Maya tried the 'lobster' ice cream, which tastes surprisingly like lobster!
Maya had been waiting to go to the beach all day, and we picked Eric up at the lab on the way to Stoney Beach. The water was much warmer than it had been the week before, so we all plunged in.
I realize that I have been seeing the same people year after year here at Woods Hole. We had dinner with a colleague who has been at Woods Hole every summer for eighteen years. Their children have grown up here, and have chosen fields of study directly related to the experiences they have had at the MBL. One of Eric's new colleagues at NJIT lives two cottages away from us on 'Memorial Circle'. Cape Cod and the MBL will be part of our lives for many many years.
Maya could not decide if she wanted to take the ferry to Martha's Vineyard, or bike to Falmouth and look for hermit crabs (but mostly to get coffee at Starbucks), or just go to Stoney Beach for a swim. She was preoccupied with setting up her Facebook account (I had read in the 'Economist' that children should have Facebook pages, as long as parents monitor their activities and set clear limits and boundaries' Maya had been asking about Facebook for months and I had been resistant until recently), so by the time we got moving, Martha's Vineyard was no longer possible, and it was time for coffee.
Maya was reluctant to bike the hour to Starbucks and back, but I promised to get into the water at Stoney Beach, and that was enough to convince her. We stopped off at the beach on the way to Falmouth to see if the hermit crabs were out, but could not find any. After two triple espresso macchiatos, I was set, so we biked through the town and ran into an arts fare. We listened to folk music and peeked at the art booths, but were most interested in the quahogs. A patient of mine who was originally from Boston, had mentioned them and had described how to go 'clamming' for them on the beach, but I had never heard of them, and so when I saw samples for sale, I decided that quahogs would be our lunch. We had a choice of garlic, chili and lime, or coconut butter, and we tried all three, all equally delicious.
Ice cream was next; Maya tried the 'lobster' ice cream, which tastes surprisingly like lobster!
Maya had been waiting to go to the beach all day, and we picked Eric up at the lab on the way to Stoney Beach. The water was much warmer than it had been the week before, so we all plunged in.
I realize that I have been seeing the same people year after year here at Woods Hole. We had dinner with a colleague who has been at Woods Hole every summer for eighteen years. Their children have grown up here, and have chosen fields of study directly related to the experiences they have had at the MBL. One of Eric's new colleagues at NJIT lives two cottages away from us on 'Memorial Circle'. Cape Cod and the MBL will be part of our lives for many many years.
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