BOSTON TO CAPE COD

We left Chris early in the morning to take a train and bus to the airport to pick up our hire car that we booked to go Cape Cod for the night. When we got there I left Holly and Amy with the luggage and went to sort out the paperwork. The guy that served me was so excited that I was from Australia - he loves it although he hasn't been there before. So when we went out to the car he told me he would let me take a red Mustang convertible for only $15 extra. I thought he was joking and there was no way we were going to fit with all our luggage. He assured me he would make it fit.

The look on the girls' faces when I drove up in that was priceless. Amy's draw just dropped and Holly just kept shaking her head with a look on her face that said "That's really funny Trace but where is the car we are actually taking."

The strange this was that as we came in on the bus we saw a yellow convertible and one of us actually said "Look, there's our car" as a joke.

Talk about manifesting! (Now if only I can do that with the rich, gorgeous guy my nephew Owen keeps asking me if I've met yet).

So we jumped i our hot little number and drove down to the Cape with the roof off and the wind flying through our hair.

Which is actually kind of annoying and a bit noisy.

But there was no way we were putting that roof down.

Amy slept a lot of the way as she seems to have hit a wall now that we have left camp and actually stopped being busy all the time.

We were headed down to a place called Falmouth where Nick's family (a past staff member at camp who visited this summer) has a house on the beach. We found the town and had trouble finding the house so we stopped to ask for directions and one of the locals offered to drive there so we could follow as it was easier than giving us directions.

Some people are just so friendly and helpful.

As we pulled into the drive a car full of camp people were just pulling up and their reaction to the Mustang was similar to Amy and Holly's.

A bit of draw dropping followed by a bit of "What the????"

So anyhoo......this holiday house on the beach was amazing. A big old shingled Cape cod house, three stories high, 7 bathrooms and apparently 10 bedrooms (although when I had a look around it seemed like heaps more than that). We spent the day on the beach with a whole bunch of camp people and had a lovely bbq dinner followed by a fire down on the beach later that night. Nick was a wonderful host and we felt very lucky to stay and enjoy his hospitality.