Friday, July 3, 2009

June 21: Hingham, Massachusetts

The next morning was significantly cooler than it had been since we were out west, and we were happy not to need constant soda refills as we drove. We made our way through Maryland, Pennsylvania (where we had our last peanut butter sandwiches of the trip), New York, but -- much to Emily's dismay -- we just barely missed New Jersey. Louisa promised her that she wasn't actually missing anything.

Finally arriving in Connecticut, we were very happy to be in New England. We stopped at Dunkin' Donuts for some iced coffee to celebrate being in our homeland again. We had finally stopped sweating, and we were finally able to find radio stations other than Christian or country.

Instead of going straight to Emily's house, we were invited to dinner at her brother's house to reunite with her whole family. He and Emily's sister-in-law served us delicious Portobello Parmesan and we had our choice of several different pies and cakes. Emily's family grilled us on our trip and asked us if and when we would be finishing our blog. Soon, we told them.

Once back at Emily's house, we unpacked the car and threw ourselves on the couch. We looked through the 1000 pictures we had taken (a selection of which is now available on Facebook) and sat back to watch Ocean's 11 and reminisce about our time in Las Vegas. In the morning, Louisa's brother would be coming to meet her in Boston and they would be eventually heading back to Maine.

We had driven about 8750 miles, seen 8 national parks, passed through 28 states, listened to "Poker Face" approximately 600 times, and the trip was finally -- but sadly -- over.

1 comment:

Megan said...

Louisa and Emily,

What a fantastic tale of your adventures. I can't believe how far you went and how much you were able to see in such a relatively short time. And how much good food you managed to find to supplement your peanut butter and cereal. I hope the 2 of you are able to travel through 20 of the leftover 22 on your next road trip. (And try Kansas again -- I am not sure a prairie dog town is quite the memory I want you to have of my homeland.)