sometimes things aren't that great and you turn to your friends to get you through the dark days. and sometimes you're as lucky as i am to have amazing, brilliant, patient, nonjudgmental and stunning friends who just hold your hand and listen for as long as you need them to and never expect you to act or feel any way other than you do. and sometimes you have friends in other places who just know what you need without you having to tell them. like for example, my friend, tory, who bought me a plane ticket to come visit her in portland, maine, because that's what i needed. so that's what she did.
maine was a breath of fresh air. many many deep breaths.
i breathed in the fresh air until it cleaned my soul.
there were long talks and quiet moments, but mostly we just ate. and drank. and were merry.
portland is a little town with a lot of new endland charm and a heavy dose of 90's nostalgia. it's quaint and retro at the same time. it's not fancy, but it doesn't want to be. portland is just itself: unpretentious, simple, cozy, and charming. it has a noticeable lack of style, but a good amount of culture and some really really good food.
with such a quick visit, i decided to get really ambitious. in order to maximize our time and meals together, we decidedly included lunch in addition to dinner on our foodie tour, .
there was durade at street & co, sushi at miyake, lobster at j's oyster, curry at green elephant, apps at 555, dessert at fore street, and wine everywhere. i think we might have consumed portland.
there were also some beautiful walks around the little islands of portland, surrounded by the atlantic ocean and covered with woodland.
life seemed a bit simpler there; red brick streets instead of hard concrete. it was nice to be somewhere else, just enjoying the wind on my face and the salt in the air.
