Vacation Part 2: Shark Week

First of all, have you seen this picture? OMG.

There was a shark sighting off of Chatham while we were there, so we stayed out of the ocean. I say that as if I would have been frolicking in the waves if the waters were shark free. No. We live 20 minutes from the beach, and I can’t remember the last time I waded in above my ankles.  I’m the type of princessy girl who’s just fine looking at the water from her shaded beach chair with her kindle and cold beverage, thank you very  much. Can’t get me, sharks!

This is the part where I should tell you about all of the things we did for the rest of our vacation. We had such big plans. We were going to rent bikes, and take the ferry to Martha’s Vineyard. We were going to look at lighthouses and eat at all of the fabulous places I had researched ahead of time. If you’re planning a trip to the Cape you should definitely do those things!

We did none of those things. I mentioned that we slept for 16 hours on our first full night there. We were tired. We haven’t slept in since Bubette was born. No, seriously. Maybe  we’ve slept until 8am once or twice. She’s TWO. Unfortunately, staying in bed  until noon meant that we weren’t able to fall asleep until well past midnight, which meant that we slept late again. Lather, rinse, repeat. By the time we dragged ourselves out of bed most days, we just wanted to find another place to sit our lazy bones down and not move.

We did walk to Main St., which is a quick and easy walk past perfectly adorable houses from the Chatham Bars. Main St. is adorable. Shops, restaurants, book stores, more shops. My mom would have shopped herself into an early grave  here.

One night we went to a Cape Cod Baseball League game. YOU GUYS. This was awesome for so many reasons. 1. We walked there. 2. It was free. 3. There is something really fabulous about watching people do something because they just love to do it. 4. There are no advertisements on the field. 5. Don’t make me defend the awesomeness. It was just great, I promise. I mean, it helps if you actually like baseball, but I could totally get behind a small town baseball team, especially if their name isn’t STUPID like my own local baseball team, the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim. (It’s not just stupid, it’s wrong. Can’t anyone read a map? It’s impossible to be a team both from Los Angeles AND Anaheim.)

We did do a lot of this:

Sitting, lounging, reading, napping, both pool side and on the beach. It wasn’t productive, but it was so wonderful.