Boston + Martha’s Vineyard Recap

I’m currently writing this from the plane, which C and I sprinted to catch. I think arriving at the airport, getting through security and onto the plane in less than 10 minutes might be a world record. Thank you porter airlines for the free glass of wine otherwise I might still be having a panic attack.

I suppose after an absolutely perfect vacation to Boston and Martha’s Vineyard I was bound to almost miss my flight home. Luckily I now have the next 2 hours to scan all the pictures I took, repeatedly in hopes of narrowing them down to the ones I want to post. As I’m sure you will soon tell, I was quite unsuccessful at this.

Sometimes I write travel posts or recaps in my attempt to help you guys out on where to go or eat but this post is for me (and the family and friends I love and miss dearly). I ate terribly, might have destroyed my liver and maybeeee slept 5 hours total but I can honestly say these were some of the best days of my life.

I went to summer camp for 11 years (go YJ!) and am fortunate to have acquired some of the best friends a girl could ask for from this experience. We are all still in touch but came together after 5 years to celebrate the 75^th reunion of our beloved camp. Before heading off to New Hampshire (where my camp is located) we started off the festivities in Boston in what could easily be confused as an opening scene from The Real World. Lots of hugging, lots of laughing and A LOT of screaming. No voice boxes were left untouched.

By some miracle we managed to make our way from Boston up to our camp in New Hampshire the next morning for the reunion. Almost every time I turned around someone was crying and if I had functioning tear ducts I would have been too. Unless you were there you cannot understand how beautiful this day was or why it was so special. I’m going to photobomb all of you anyway…

There was an evening activity that night but 90% of the photos are inappropriate for THM. What happens in Manchester, NH stays in Manchester, NH.

The next morning we dragged ourselves back to Boston, stuffed our faces with breakfast from The Paramount and dreaded every second until we had to say goodbye. To my Daled 04 girls: I love you with everything and not a chance in hell am I waiting 5 years for 1 day ever again. Next year in Austin…

As depressed and potentially not sober I may have been, I had MUCH to look forward to. That night I got to see one of my blogging besties and the next morning I was off to Martha’s Vineyard!

Lexi and I met last year when she was in Toronto and I was so thrilled to get to visit her in her new house in Boston! Fun fact, Lexi’s boyfriend and I went to camp together and I only discovered they were dating after stalking her Instagram. Turns out we’re actually soulmates and Lexi is seriously the real deal. If you haven’t heard me say it enough, GO VISIT HER BLOG NOW.

After a quick sleep at my Aunt and Uncle’s, C and I headed out to Martha’s Vineyard with my cousin, her hubs and their adorable baby to stay in their beautiful home. The next few days were exactly what I needed.

A two-hour nap on the beach and spectacular views of the Atlantic and Aquinnah Cliffs.

Babies and fresh lobster and spectacular sunsets on the beach. P.S. The Obamas watched the same sunset right down the beach!

And ice cream…always ice cream.

Followed by another beach bum kind of day and a delicious cookout featuring fresh lamb from the Allen Farm and local veggies.

With a final stop at the West Tisbury Farmer’s Market for some gluten-free scones and iced coffee, we were en route home via car, ferry, bus and plane. By some act of god we actually managed to catch the plane.

And here I am having written the longest and most picture-filled post THM has ever seen. I’m okay with it.

On that note, I need to go cry in the corner. Best.trip.ever.

What was the best vacation you’ve had in a while? Are you as obsessed with summer camp as I am?