Trees covered in a rainbow of fall leaves surrounding an empty, open highway is the best thing to experience on a New England road trip. I’ll hop on a plane anywhere, but I love being home and driving José (he’s my car) all over the place. This time I ventured to Connecticut for the Free Like Birdie launch party – a fun business partner we’ve grown to love with the Pure Wander family. Growing up in New England, we all get close to a few old homes. However, the…
After checking in at the Hotel Manisses we decided to go and see if there was anything left of the wine and hors d’oeuvre hour a short walk up the street at the 1661 Inn. Stepping out the back door to walk up the hill towards the inn we came across, a giant turkey – no, that’s not right, it had to be something that escaped from a Doctor Seuss book I think, or maybe some sort of strange mutated creature only known to this island. Obviously I’m wrong, and it’s…
Jake’s back for a couple of posts about beautiful Block Island off the coast of Rhode Island, where there is a little something for everyone and incredible views year-round. Stepping off the ferry from Point Judith, Rhode Island onto Block Island, I see a cab driver and ask him where I can find “Hotel Manassas”. He quickly points out that it is “man-i-sees” – duh, this 7 mile island is definitely not where two civil war battles were fought (Bull Run to us Northerners). Fortunately, in spite of my bad…
After several hours of shoveling the white stuff out of our massive driveway, I still wouldn’t trade it for anything. People might be terrified of New England in the winter, but when it snows and the sun shines after the apocalyptic aftermath, it’s one of the most beautiful sights in the world. OK I might sell out for a pina colada and a beach in Fiji, but that’s not the point. For now, some hot chocolate and a warm roof over my head is just perfect. Whether you reside in…
It’s just so cold and blustery and blah here that all I can accomplish today is hiding under blankets and reflecting on warmer days of the past. While I do get great joy out of stick my freezing feet onto unsuspecting passer-by that can only get me so far. Instead, I look back to cheery fall and remember the encounter I had in northern Massachusetts on a kitschy and charming farm. Apple picking is so. New. England. That is, if you’re a girlfriend who spends too much time on Pinterest…
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