This week the leaves finally turned. We had been told that they would turn a couple of weeks ago, and a friend of mine pointed out a week or two ago that nothing too impressive was happening yet.
Well, this week it got impressive. Just in time for my parents’ arrival, the colors came out in full force. I’ll have to take some pictures for you.
I met my parents in Boston Friday morning, and after a wee bit of shopping 🙂 we took the train back up to Hamilton that afternoon. We showed them our place and settled them in to their inn in Rockport, followed by a nice dinner at Latitude 43 in Gloucester.
I took a picture of my parents but it was bad and they refused to sign a release to publish so you’ll just have to use your imagination.
We spent Saturday driving down the coast of Massachusetts, starting in Rockport and ending in my new favorite New England town, Marblehead.
We even braved the streets of Salem, which is a zoo the whole month of October. People kept telling me to avoid it at all costs, so naturally I went.
Unfortunately this picture depicts none of the crazy characters we encountered during our journey. I’d say a good third of the people walking the streets were either in costume or just plain strange looking. The rest of us pointed them out to each other like rare birds, or like pieces of trash we should carefully step around.
Marshall spent 45 minutes finding a parking spot to meet us for lunch. Whoops.
After Salem we moved on to quieter, quainter streets. When we parked our car in Marblehead, we were greeted by this face.
We walked around what felt like the whole city, enjoying the houses as much as the harbor. Each house had a little plaque on the front of it that listed when it was built (most in the 17th and 18th century), who first owned it, and what their trade was. It’s amazing that houses that old are still standing.
This church was built in the early 1600s and towers over the surrounding buildings in the center of the town. Oh, did I mention it was the perfect day for sightseeing?
It felt good to be a tourist for the weekend, and it was a nice reminder of the beauty that surrounds us and how we should take advantage of it while we are here.
It’s never too late to become a tourist in your own town.