Rain

Rain, rain and more rain. Actually, Maya and I biked to Falmouth in time for a visit to the 'Belleza Spa and Salon' for my yearly pilgrimage. I have had several 'bliss days' at the spa. And I pretended to be in Italy for the morning. I truly believed that my face looked better afterward, but perhaps it was just suggestion. Maya waited for me dutifully, so was rewarded with ice cream at the sinfully delicious sweets 'emporium' next door. I needed a daily dose of caffeine so Starbucks was next, but as we returned to Falmouth, it began to rain and I hoped we could escape into a museum we had ridden by countless times.

The first part was an exhibit about Katherine Bates, a Falmouth resident who wrote the song 'America the Beautiful'. Another building housed a whaling exhibit, and made me determined to go whale watching sometime this trip. There is a boat out of Barnstable that goes to the same area that the Provincetown trips go and it has been recommended to us.

We did not manage to avoid the rain. While in the museum the rain lessened, so we felt safe to return to Woods Hole, but on our way, the heavens opened up and we were soaked by the time we arrived at the cottage. The path feels endless when the rain pours New York Times (I have missed reading my newspapers. Eric is fine with the online version; I love the feel of the paper in my hands!).

Having not had an evening off for months, perhaps almost a year, I piled Maya into the car and picked Eric up and drove to a movie theatre, where Eric dropped me off and returned home with Maya. I saw 'The Girl Who Played with Fire' which was not as good as the first installment of the series. It was raining furiously when I tried to call Eric and arrange a pickup, and unfortunately the phone did not work in the theatre and I had to stand outside in the rain to call, and he did not answer! Finally I decided to go to a second movie ('I am Love') which I did not like because this woman has an affair and when arguing with her son, he falls and hits his head and dies and then she leaves her husband and family and goes off with her young lover. I liked hearing Italian and feeling the sunshine of Italy and was sad that I was not in Italy with Karen and Tara and Maya and being in a place I truly love.

Eric piled Maya in the car at midnight to pick me up in the rain. There are no street lamps and the street signs are difficult to read, so I find it impossible to drive there; also I have not driven for a year and worry about being in a car anyway. Eric is perfectly comfortable and knows his way around and feels very confident on the roads and we arrived at the cottage safe and sound.