“Headed to the Cape…as one does,” Katie snootily wrote on Facebook, as our express Amtrak zoomed up the East Coast.
Because when one is, in fact, “headed to the Cape” doesn’t it suddenly seem compulsory to adopt a blue-blood manner of speaking?
Of course, in truth, we’d never actually been to the Cape. And when inquiring coworkers and friends asked what town it was we were going to (as they held up their elbows in that Cape-Cod-like shape), we actually had no idea.
We were going because our Aunt Mary Beth has a friend with a house on the Cape. And we’re always up for a trip — even if we don’t know where exactly we’re headed.
Our Aunt Maureen joined us in New York at Penn Station. We ventured north by train because, as a suited gentleman we once met on The City of New Orleans line said: “Trains are the only dignified mode of travel.”
We’d have to agree. Plenty of leg room, a dining car, and rainbows–what more could one ask for?
We packed our first day in the Cape full of outings… We began with banana pudding waffles at Ruggies. Naturally, we took a post-breakfast stroll through the local cemetery.
But there was also a giant friendly teddy bear!
Down the street, we stopped in an old bookstore — where the smell of aging books made our Aunt a bit queasy.
We were wary when the very enthusiastic man at the gift shop then wanted to give us a tour of the church; we didn’t want to spend too much of the beautiful day indoors. However, the art really was pretty and unique. We’ve been to a fair number of churches throughout Europe and the US, but this was the first time we saw one with a unicorn and dinosaur.