Outside of Kentucky and the Middle East, this is one of my favorite places ever. When S. and I “planned” (there wasn’t actually much planning) this vacay to Cape Cod, I insisted that we visit Martha’s Vineyard. You hear so much about it, and I just wanted to see what the fuss was about. And there was a lot of fuss. The week leading up to our departure all the talking heads were blathering about why the Obamas were vacationing in Martha’s Vineyard in this time of national crisis. Ummmmm…..because it’s one of the loveliest places on Earth?! Maybe? Or possibly because the Secret Service had cased the place already. It’s one of those two. Anyway, we had a great time, and even saw the president a few times-ish (does SUV with tinted windows two feet from my face count?). We will go back, although I kind of hope the Obamas head to Panama City next time.
We were delighted to find our motel room had a view…of the ferry.
The Flying Horses Carousel is the oldest of its kind in the United States. Riders compete to collect the most brass rings that pop out of that white and red arm on the left side of the photo. Looks like fun!
This is what it looks like when you wait for more than two hours for the president’s wife to leave her brunch spot. We gave up 15 minutes before she left. I have no regrets. We headed here for sandwiches, and they were amazing!
The Sweet Life Cafe = heaven.