I'm Back & Ogunquit Pt. 4: Coming Home

I know I've been pretty sparse over the past month. As some you already know, my husband was here, in Boston, visiting from France through November 7th. Alas, Daph returned to Paris on Sunday. As broken-hearted as I am, I will not let the amazing time we had while he was here be overshadowed by the small matter of a thing that will heal.

I want to thank everyone so much for your patience, support and kind messages. It meant a lot to me that my blogger friends from around the world kept in touch while I was away.
I'm eager to see what everyone has been up to over the past four weeks!

You may notice the words on my blog posts' appear to be out of sequence and running alongside pictures, as opposed to on top. A couple of weeks ago I had Windows re-installed. When I got the computer back I was frustrated to see my blog had changed. Please bear with me as I try to fix the problem...Hopefully soon.

Okay, Okay, so technically it took me for weeks to re-cap a four day getaway in Ogunquit, but you know how sometimes life gets busy, unforeseen thing occur and before you know it, a whole month has passed? Well, that's what happened.

Ogunquit Pt. 1

Ogunquit Pt. 2

Ogunquit Pt. 3

Without further ado, the fourth and final Ogunquit post.

Located next to the beach is a quaint little joint (best way to describe it) called Blue Water Inn. It's a popular bar among the locals in Ogunquit owned by two of the loveliest people you'll ever meet, Lee and Roger.




















My Uncle took Daph and I there to have a few drinks and enjoy a low-key evening before leaving for Boston the following day.
We all had Mudslides, Daph and I for the first time. Since Daph doesn't like the taste of coffee, I was happy to help him by finishing his before ordering a third of my own.




















Our bartender, Ben, was super nice about posing for pictures when I slurred at him to hold still so I could take his photo. Again, I had three Mudslides. The sixth time was a charm. What a Cutie!




















Earlier that day my Uncle was so kind to take Daph out for a few driving lessons. In the first Ogunquit post I told you about our ordeal at Hertz. This time, it was a success! Daph grasped the German engineering a lot better and managed to take over driving duties all day. Okay, I'll be honest, he was our sober driver.

Here's my Uncle John after a few of the aforementioned Mudslides. Hence the need for a sober driver.









































The next day we said goodbye to the house before heading off...








































Before taking us to the train station, my Uncle stopped by Lee and Roger's house (they own Blue Water Inn) so we could meet them and say goodbye. My Uncle was heading back to Florida the next day. Lee is a bundle of energy and what a spitfire! Her Husband, Roger, is fluent in French and spoke with Daph while I snapped pictures of one of their gorgeous apple trees.




















Randy's dog Bubbles accompanied us to the train station. We took care of her over the weekend, so it was sad saying goodbye.
















As it was just about to leave, we made it to the Downeaster just in time to buy our tickets and board.
















It's a beautiful train ride when, before you know it, you're pulling into Boston's North Station.
















What an awesome four days. So long, Maine...