On our way home from Acadia we hit up the super cute town of Belfast.
Nic informed us that it is better than the Belfast he has visited in Ireland.
The best part of Belfast, other than the delicious sandwich and perfect bread, was the yarn store.
Remember how excited we (Nic) were to see the yarn mill? This was better than the broken down mill that makes very nice yarn in some tough conditions. This was yarn heaven.
It actually was. See the name?
So I stocked up for the next several projects. I am not a fast knitter, and I am a teacher, so sometimes knitting is not the highest priority in my life. But it is one of my favorite things in life and this will keep me busy for awhile. I also love that Nic and I share a common love for wool and hand-knit items. He is so knit worthy.
Belfast is home to other cool shops including the oldest shoe store in America. Nic loves to check out old American stores and then scoffs, saying, "The oldest shoe store in England was before Christ was born and in a tiny hovel in the London street corner." I like to point out that Indigenous people had shoes and just had not quite become capitalist enough to sell them. They just handed out shoes like people deserved warm feet or something...
On our way home from Belfast and the best sandwich of my life - that was not pizza, we popped into a nursery. I think I mentioned that Nic has been very invested in flora of Maine. It was a great opportunity for him to see things that will actually grow in shady spaces and hopefully we can make our tiny corner of the world a bit more beautiful. He is working on it. Dan and I smelled chocolate plants and talked about whether or not he really needed them.
Maddi loved Nic. She really loved that he would hold her any time she asked. Nic was worried that Charlie would be jealous so he tried to make mean faces to prove he did not actually love that tiny, tiny girl. Do you see her cute haircut? It is hard to be cuter, but now she is.
As I roamed around Maine, soaking in as much as I could, it struck me that sometimes we travel not just for the places, but the people. Places are cool. People are even better. I am pretty lucky to have very cool people in some pretty awesome places.









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