P-town was lovely. A tiny community on the tip of Cape Cod, filled with small buildings, boats, cats-on-leash, tasty food, people, and other beautiful sights. The view from our inn balcony was pure ocean. The International Film Festival was going on (though we took in the new Indiana Jones flick on the way out there - no film festing for us poor uncultured folks). I saw John Waters on his cell phone, straddling a bike, and Rob talked to Jane Lynch. Very cool.
Happy 9 years to us!
Meanwhile, Leah happily vacationed with her Gram and other New England relatives.
We are all in withdrawal.
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