“John,” Nan hollered out the kitchen door, “I’ve got almost everything packed. Will you please grab the small cooler out of the barn? Oh, and that collapsible wheel wagon too!” Every year, not a day earlier and not a day later, on July 15th, John and Nan filled the back of their white Mercedes station wagon with beach bags loaded with towels slightly faded from the sun and a slew of magazines she’d saved for months, driving the 4 hours up the coast to Maine. The innkeeper cheerfully welcomes them, easily remembering their names after all these years, hovering to make sure the new girl at the counter gives them their usual cabin number 8.
John and Nan
I went right up the Maine coast with Nanners and Johnnie-boy ;-)) I can see them in my mind's eye......
It made me question if I need an eye mask!!
Truly delightful!
I adore this scene! And as always, wish the stories kept going 😍