A Sunday drive through the small towns and hamlets of coastal Maine is what we did yesterday.  We followed the coastal route 1 through Kittery, to Ogunquit, to Portland where we stopped for dinner before taking the highway back home from Old Orchard Beach.  The salty brine scent of the marshes as the tide came in was a comforting sign that I was where I wanted to be.  In my opinion, there is no greater place on this earth than that of the rocky coastline of Maine.

My uncle Morris once said that the only place you could find dragons and mermaids were in Kennibunkport.  As you drive through the saturated mist along the shore, you can feel the magic that leads one to believe these legends of old are indeed true and you search with your heart to find these mystical creatures if only to return to childhood for just a short time.

The small, quaint, towns with beautiful gingerbread trim and candlelights in the window, stand out along the winding turns of the road to becken one to stop and browse the intersting antique shops and boutiques.  Each one is an adventure in itself that you will remember for the rest of your life.  Should you make a purchase in one of these shops, it will call out to you time and time again to return and relive the adventure once more.

So, now, here I am back home not so many miles away in New Hampshire where I will spend today cleaning our home while thinking on tomorrow when Steve and I will return to Portland, Me. to take a dear friend of ours to lunch.  As this week is a vacation week for us, I know my most memorable day is less than twenty-four hours away.

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