Friday, July 26, 2013
As a one-time New Yorker, my NYC friends will sometimes ask how I can survive up here in Maine. I think they're talking about the endless assortment of activity and the intensity that prevails. I don't miss the intensity of the city; owning an inn is intense enough. And as for the assortment of activity, I don't feel at a loss. The Brunswick area has so much to offer, not the least of which is the Bowdoin International Music Festival. I may have grown up going to Lincoln Center with my mother, but now I like the fact that the best musicians in the world come to us here! We are lucky enough to have quite a number of them stay with us each summer, and we often hear them practicing. Talk about the advantages of being on the inside! Liang Wang, principal oboist of the New York Philharmonic, even gave my children a little private concert at the Inn four years ago. I think we're surviving up here in Maine just fine.
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
One of my first memories involves a station wagon full of kids and a cooler full of egg salad sandwiches headed to Jones Beach on Long Island at the crack of dawn. I still can't eat egg salad without thinking of those days when inevitably the sandwiches would end up flavored with the crunch of Atlantic Ocean sand.
I loved Jones Beach, and there are few places on the East coast as beautiful as the beaches of Long Island. When I first moved to Maine, I was told that people don't come for the beaches. "They come to sail," I was told. That may or may not be true, but I would bet that the person who said that had never been to Popham Beach.
When visiting Brunswick, don't miss Popham. It will take 25-30 minutes to get there from the Inn, but it's so worth it. If you give me a little advance warning, I'll even send you with a cooler of egg salad sandwiches.