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…