Maine, Maine, Maine!!

Let me warn you right off, this begins a long stream of blogs about my beloved Maine. For those who I haven't told (I believe that's probably three people total of all the people I come in contact with and exchange conversation - I'm very proud of my home state) I grew up in a little town called Windham, Maine. Jeff and I went back so he could experience the glory that is the eastern most state in the union and so that I could attend the Chamber Singer's reunion concert (that's another blog entirely, wait for it, wait for it....) among other things. Our first meal of course, had to be lobster. Since I had refused to have lobster while in a landlocked state (it just didn't seem natural) it had been over seven years since I had partaken of the glorious crustacean. I must say, they are still hard to get into, but worth the wait. If anyone happens to find them selves in Portland, Maine may I recommend the activities of our first day there: a walk down the wharf, exploring the old port, dinner at Gilbert's Chowder house, and watching the sunset from the pier. Now that's coming home!