Erinn and I recently moved to another cute Cape Cod home. We are a bit further from the beach, while Erinn is closer to Cape Cod Hospital. Living in Massachusetts truly enables access to countless metropolitan areas and small, quaint towns. In comparison to Washington and Oregon, average state size over here is hardly comparable. Our travels thus far include time in Connecticut, Rhode Island, New Hampshire and New York.
We’ve continued adventuring all over the Cape. Most recently, we enjoyed the beautiful, historic town of Chatham. The local First Congregation Church was established in 1720 and many historical homes display the original family name and date of construction.
Both Erinn and I can’t get used to the Massachusetts Thickly Settled street signs. How vague can a street sign be? Obviously the signs refer to a strictly enforced speed limit in residential areas. I argue the signs should instead state Strictly Enforced.
Our New York City visit was especially memorable. The train ride from Providence, RI to the city was smooth, providing a picturesque, early morning view of Connecticut. Erinn had been once before, but it was my first time in the Big Apple. New York City was massive, the pace was steady, and the tourism was totally engulfing. While I do not consider us travel experts, we did navigate the craziness quite well. In only two days, we zig-zagged all across Manhattan and checked most of the boxes on our short-list.
Some of our favorites included a Billy Joel concert at Madison Square Garden, the Museum of Natural History, attending Phantom of the Opera at the Majestic Theatre, walking the beautiful Brooklyn Bridge at dusk, walking through Central Park, and eating the very best dumplings at Joe’s Shanghai in Lower Manhattan.
New York City was more gargantuan than I imagined. Central Park rivaled San Fran’s massive Golden Gate Park. The city goes on, and on, and on, and on. It reminded me I am just one, small drop in a vast ocean of people in this world. The next time you visit NYC, be sure to seek out Joe’s Shanghai in Lower Manhattan (shout out to Jacquie for the suggestion). Best. Dumplings. Ever.