I can imagine myself getting the part time job advertised in the window of the Organic Boutique, and stocking up on their little pots of all-natural paints. When I'm not working there, I'll find a comfortable seat on a driftwood log on the beach with my sketchpad, capturing the Haystack Rock or the children flying kites. Maybe I'll search for inspiration on a hike through the mossy evergreens, discovering hidden waterfalls and caves, channeling Sacajawea minus Lewis and Clarke.
|Campers by the caves|
On rainy days (so, frequently) I'll spend a few hours in various cafes writing deep, introspective thoughts, fueled by Aztec Mochas or Lavender Vanilla Lattes (both completely amazing). In all weather, I'll visit the beach, allowing myself to be hypnotized by the rhythmic music of the waves and wind.
|Aztec Mocha from Insomniac Cafe|
|A corner in Sesame and Lillies|
|My morning spot on the back porch|
I'll meet friends at Bill's Tavern for fish and chips with a Blackberry Beauty Beer, or I'll savor the best root beer known to man. It's my kind of town, with yarn shops and glass works and fried seafood existing so close together, a car is cumbersome. And yet, you'll never fail to discover another hidden gem on a street you walked a dozen times.
|Best Root Beer Ever|
Have you ever fallen in love with a place you've visited? Tell me about it in the comments!