Hola my darling brides to be, can you believe it’s been an entire year since I said “I do”? To celebrate the occasion, Husband and I took a three-day to Maine, the home state of lobsters, the longest coastline in America and my alma mater.
We stayed at the cozy Beach House Inn in the seacoast town of Kennebunkport. Set on the rocky shoreline just before the town center, the adorable inn has been hosting guests since 1891. Husband really digs history so he was excited to learn that fun fact.
My favorite part of the hotel wasn’t the lovely Happy Anniversary Champagne and fruit tray surprise they gave us as much as the wrap-around porch. I was obsessed with sitting there and relaxing. Now, as one who doesn’t actually know how to relax (yes, my yoga instructor isn’t so happy about that fact), I made a little “let’s sit on the porch” schedule (post-dinner when the beach was aglow in moonlight and during the complimentary breakfast) for myself, but it was still blissful.
Our first day was all about feasting. We watched the Spain match, sampled local ales (our faves) and devoured sandwiches (farm-fresh veggie: me; lobster rolls—yes, plural!: Husband) at Federal Jack’s, an enormous portside brewery. Post two-nil win, we strolled around town and wished that our camera was working…
After a much-needed nap we got all duded and dolled up for our fancy, dancy, uber, duber, super, duper special anniversary dinner at the Beach House Inn’s sister property The White Barn Inn. *Travel Tip: Jackets are required for men. Now, I don’t know if you know this, but the fine dining restaurant is among the top 15 in the country, and the folks here aren’t just saying that. Of all the meals I’ve had around the globe, this multiple course bonanza is in the top three. I loved the atmosphere of the elegantly restored barn and the pacing of the dinner was simply perfect. Besides the fabulous flutes of Champagne (are you sensing a trend?), we enjoyed lobster tail (see: trend above), masterfully crafted cold soups and I swear that cheese plate dessert is what they eat in heaven.
Day two brought us a working camera and a drive up to Goose Rocks Beach. *Travel Tip: All beaches in the Kennebunkport area require parking permits. You can pick them up at the tourist info center in town. We tested the waters—umm, can you say cold—snapped photos and lounged on my Mexican pareo. Husband marveled at all the inlets and coves. He thought it was curious that things seem so close, yet in reality are located way around the bend.
On our way back to town we stopped off at a viewing area above the Bush compound. Yes, that Bush family. Daddy was in residence. Isn’t that his red baseball cap on the other side of the fence? And I asked him to give peace a chance…
Late lunch can only mean one thing—more lobster—and outdoor seating on the marina.
For our last day finale, we hopped on the Eleanor, a schooner, for a semi private sail just off the coast. And it totally ruled! We saw porpises and seals and tons of lobster pots (guess who was getting hungry). And we also saw the Secret Service whiz by in a special motorboat (guess who was out on his own sailboat). And we simply enjoyed the view all around us.
As we headed back to New York, we stopped off at yard sales and antique shops, the most famous donut place in America—Congdon’s in Wells—and for one last lobster roll at a spot with a water view.
Xoxo
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