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i like to imagine that people’s souls are little sparks of flame from a common fire. we are, essentially, the universe experiencing itself as human, simultaneously from billions and billions of vantage points–and throughout our (relatively speaking) short experiences, we often recognize pieces of that one big uniting flame in others around us. these people are our friends.
some of them come into our lives and are fixed tightly to us but only for a short time. this doesn’t cheapen the connection, but it can cause sadness when we grow apart and no longer recognize (or are recognized by) those we once held close. these are the people we try so desperately to catch up with later in life, only to realize that we now have so painfully little in common that re-forging the connection becomes impossible.
others become so permanently connected to us, both physically and emotionally, that we become two flames burning together as one. these kinds of pairings little victories for the universal fire that seeks, at its core, re-connection with the disparate parts of itself. these are the friends that become our husbands, our wives, our life-partners, who experience at our sides what it means to be human, who share is our every joy and sorrow, and who finish our sentences and read our thoughts.
and then there are those with whom deep bonds are forged, and although life pulls you in opposite directions, each reunion is a re-cognition of connection. each time you see these friends, it as if no time has passed at all, though months, years, or decades separate you. i have a few of these friends, many of whom i go years and years without seeing, and each time we meet up, it’s a kind of magic. this blog is a journal one of many re-connections with one of those pals.
March, 2004, University of Hull
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7/25/14–guests arrive
when i went to school in england a decade ago, i met some genuinely fantastic people. my auckland ave house was home to 5 with an extended family of perhaps 25, and what a motley crew we were–4 continents and at least 10 languages mashed together into a beautiful mix. i’ve lost touch with many of those who crossed my path at that freezing victorian house in hull, but i’ve remained connected to two of them over the years. one, steve, i don’t get to see nearly as often as i’d like despite the fact that he immigrated to the wilds of montana, but my other pal sean and i have managed to see each other about every other year since i left. i returned to england with my sister the year after i left school there, he came to america later that year for a couple of weeks, he and his brother came back two years later, stephen and i went over to england together a couple of years after that, and this summer, after 3 years apart sean and his lovely girlfriend (now fiancee!) emma came to visit.
note: though the first two trips were redeemed by stays in new orleans and this last by new york, boston, and montreal, sean’s claim to travel fame is that he is perhaps the only person who ever came to america expressly to visit alabama and maine for fun/on purpose.
sean and emma arrived in naples after a week or so in new york and boston (about as big of a city/country contrast as one could hope to have) and, like you do in america, we immediately went out for fish and chips. food at bray’s brewpub was immediately followed by beers at home–thrilling for me both because this was my first stint off-call since march and because i could rib the hell out of sean for *requesting* bud light despite all of maine’s fine beverage options. i guess it’s a fancy import when you’re not from here?
it was great to get started with our catch-up. despite all of the growing up both he and i have done since 2004, not that much has changed…not really.
7/26/14–the lane-duigan’s
saturday saw a trip to the laundro (oh for the days of having a washer and dryer!), but that did afford us the opportunity to check out the black horse tavern next door. (now that i think of it, england was the last place i’d sassed it up while waiting on clothes to dry–how appropriate). for anyone in the bridgton area, i’d highly recommend the rosemary-pear-infused vodka with water and a slice of lime.
lake beauty
after the laundro (which included sean and emma drying clothes in the sun on their rental car), we headed over to the lane-duigan’s house in bridgton for a day and night of merriment. the first thing that we did was stake out a semi-secret swimming spot on long lake. all of us piled into the back of shane’s pick-up (childhood memories, anyone?) and headed down the road to the sandy long lake shore. my latest maine rude awakening had been that indeed one cannot find and purchase a bathing suit in july–even at walmart–so i went for a dunk in a sassy red sundress. the summer camp that also used the swimming spot wasn’t there that day, but their massive inflatable water slide was!
after our swim, we went back to the l-d’s house for some bbq (filets, steak tips, chicken, hamburgers, hot dogs, soooooooo muuuuuuuch meeeeeeeeeat) and a laughing-til-you-choke game of cards against humanity (sidenote: this is a game everyone should own, unless you’ve got a prudish sense of decency.) the evening also included plenty of drinking–beer, wine, and bitch drinks were the name of the game until tyler brought out the tequila. in the interest of keeping nudity and fist-fights to a minimum (unless of course, it’s that kind of night), it’s always wise to enjoy tequila in moderation–which is hard to do when the person wielding the bottle is a liberal shot-dealer like tyler. meagan and emma were good sports about the first shot or two, but after that, some sleight of hand subbed bud for booze and saved each of them several shots. the whole table was in stitches over emma’s incredibly realistic tequila face and about the fact that meagan didn’t remember to make a face until about 10 seconds after her faux shot.
7/27/14–tour of portland
sunday was our tour of portland with mom and randi, and we decided to take a duckboat tour (QUACKQUACK!). if you’ve been to portland, you may have seen these wacky amphibious creatures toodling around town–they have a bus top and a boat bottom with wheels and are manned by a tour guide who quacks loudly at passersby while regaling tourists and locals alike with the hidden histories of portland maine. chewing gum was invented here, the city burned three times, and inexplicably, red hot dogs are like a religion to mainahs (*wretch*). the city part of the tour was great, but the water part was a bit of a let down. the boat moved so slowly that i think we were actually passed by canoes (and floating seagulls).
after the duckboat (QUACKQUACK!) we went to ri ra’s irish pub for some brunch. the torrential (like alabama hard, y’all) rain made for some lovely dock views out the window, but the rain was less than lovely when it soaked me to the bone on my way back to the car. i mean, how often do you ever really need an umbrella in maine? apparently today.
7/28/14–uhg, work.
because there’s no rest (or vacation, apparently) for the wicked, i had to go in to work on monday to tie up loose ends around the birth house, to prep my administrative director’s report for ame, and squeeze out my last few crucial vacation dollahs. after work, i had plans to head to walmart (an annoying utilitarian necessity for americans, and a fantastically exciting foray into one-stop shopping for brits, it turns out) but oddly familiar yellow skies prefaced a tornado warning in windham (really? torrential rain and now tornadoes? in maine?) so i settled for heading back to the roost for some relaxing, catching up, and the swilling of mass quantities of guinness. later that night, as high winds and rain battered windows yet again, we ate our fill at damned-near the only mexican restaurant in maine (unless, of course, you count pedro o’hara’s, the inexplicably irish mexican restaurant in lewiston).
7/29/14–the people of walmart/minigolf tradition
a win for the girls’ team
tuesday was a bit of utilitarian day–stephen washed clothes, and sean, emma and i went to the unscathed-by-non-event-tornado walmart. i had supplies left to buy for my haiti trip (p.s.–don’t ever plan a vacation that ends the day before you leave for a third world country) and sean and emma marveled at both the people of walmart and the shear heft of economy-sized cheetos bags.
after chores were handled, we decided on a whim to go for a game of mini golf. little did we know a tradition was being born. a game in windham was followed by lunch at bray’s, ice cream at the causeway on long lake, and a second game of mini golf in naples. in a neck-and-neck battle of the sexes, the girls took the day all-around.
7/30/14–mount washington
at the foot of the mountain
one downside to always being on call is the fact that, despite all of the splendor and beauty of new england, i’ve seen very little of what’s around me. one of the things about this visit that i was looking most forward to was the trip up mount washington. after a french toast breakfast (maple syrup–another maine must-have checked off the brit to-do list!), we all piled into the little rental car (not my brakes, no sir) and headed to the while mountains .
mount washington, the tallest peak in the presidential range of white mountains, is a familiar sight to naples residents who almost daily, except for when it’s cloudy, see it’s oft-snowcapped peak in the distance over the expanse of long lake. this would be the very first time that i’d actually been to the mountain, and i was thrilled. (i was also thrilled that it was a rental, not my car, that would be burning its brakes to a crisp in the 6000 ft descent on the way back down the mountain.)
view from the top
at the foot of the mountain, we were given a listen-as-you-drive cd that told the harrowing story of the creation of the mountain auto road to the peak of washington. the eerily narrow and un-railed 8 miles of switchbacks first opened in the 1860s after having been cleared by hand and horse (and a fuck-load of ballsy determination). stephen and i were both thankful that sean had decided to drive, especially as the paved road transitioned to dirt, with blind turns and barely enough girth for two cars to pass.
as we exited the tree-line towards the top of washington, we found ourselves in a very alien-looking alpine wilderness where miniature, wind-shaped trees and rare flora clung to jagged rock. it felt like another world there above the clouds.
i think we could see naples
at the top of the mountain, we were met by the far more adventurous who had decided to hike the mountain to the top. while the crumbling shale near the peak didn’t boast a proper trail, a dotted line of cairns led from the car park where we stopped down into the cloudy treeline. one day perhaps, but today, my knees say no way.
on the top of mount washington, there’s a weather observatory–fitting as the mountain boasts the worst weather in the world. since it was the height of summer, the weather was cool and breezy, but the harshness of the winter was insinuated by the yards of thick iron chain that held down older buidlings like the gift shop. crazy–i guess with 231 mph winds, chaining a building down is a wise idea.
mountain art
after enjoying the vistas, stretching all the way from mainland northern new hampshire to the atlantic ocean, we took the trip back down the mountain. despite gearing down, you have to ride your brakes so hard that there are cooling stations every couple hundred yards, and the air is full of the smell of burning rubber. i wondered what poor schmuck necessitated the sign that read “do not pour water on your brakes, as they may shatter.” that would be a long walk down.
lovely and freezing
after our descent, we resumed the trip north-west toward the us/canada line. my first trip to canada was facilitated by a very inquisitive border guard who wanted to know all the who, what, when, why of our trip to canadia. he laughed at us in disbelief when we told him we were headed to montreal because we heard they had indoor blacklight minigolf. (clearly he didn’t know how badly the boys needed to redeem themselves with a high-stakes win.) i was momentarily terrified they would search the car and find the vials of expired pitocin that i’d forgotten to take out of my purse. not licensed to carry it, and it would look quite suspect to someone who didn’t know anything about birth meds. i wonder if anyone else has ever considered offloading outdated anti-hemorrhagics out the car window at the canadian border before…
after letting the madge (our magellan gps) get us waaaaay lost in montreal, we finally found our hotel (which shall remain nameless since we had to put so much effort the whole stay into NOT looking like 4 people staying in a 2-person room). it was in a frou-frou part of town and did not disappoint. after entering separately, dropping off bags, and leaving separately (being cheap is so much trouble!) we met up outside and set off on foot to explore montreal as evening fell.
montreal from our hotel roof
montreal is truly a striking place. amazing architecture, incredible diversity (which is a welcome change when coming from maine), impeccably clean streets, and a symphony of languages. the avenues were lined with designer boutiques and cafes, with more questionable XXX offerings off the side roads in red-light pockets.
after we’d explored for a bit, we stopped at a place called les 3 brasseurs…because beer. we had fries and flights. the flights were 7 beers arranged from light and crisp to dark and hearty, and they took us from bright and bubbly to happy and sleepy. if i closed my eyes, we could be back in hull–many of our old songs played on the stereo, and the smell of beer and fries combined with the big-screen soccer to give me a major england flashback. noisier than the gardener’s arms, but all the charm.
after a very long walk home, we all crashed into bed. later that night, i learned an amazingly wicked hotel-room game. it’s called “let’s set the alarm clock to midnight, set it to radio, and turn it all the way up so we can scare the bejeezus out of whoever stays here next.” well-played, previous hotel guest. well-played.
7/31/14–montreal and honey booboo
*a note of warning: if you ever stay at a hotel and notice that the shower head brand is “tingle king,” please understand that by “tingle,” they really mean “exfoliate” and that the water will blast out so hard that it will create curtain-rippling *wind* in the bathroom. i shit you not.
the blessed saint somebody
with our shiny new skin, we all set out for breakfast and sight-seeing the next morning. we were basically in culinary mecca, but tight budgets meant tim horton’s for breakfast (hey, it’s canadian at least!). after a bite, we headed for notre dame basilica. the church had an impressive exterior, but the interior was so breathtaking that you could imagine people being inspired to believe in god just by looking up. we wandered through the church, threading through throngs of tourists, supplicants, photographers, devotees, and the like. i stopped at a shrine to the virgin and child and lit a candle for the moms about to be in my care. i’m not a catholic, but i am certainly a devotee of the goddess-in-all-her-forms.
winders
when we left the church, we wandered through town past government buildings, houses of ill-repute and nuru massage parlors (google that, if you’re daring. not. safe. for. work.) to the subway station and then caught the train across town to our ultimate goal: indoor blacklight mini-golf.
for emma and i, adding another round of mini-golf was a risky endeavor. since we’d won the first two, we had a chance either to drive our win into the ground or share our crown with the boys. aided in part by the fact that, after hitting 12 tries at one of the psychedelic outer space-themed holes i just had to give up, and mostly because stephen putted his best game of the week, emma and i did lose to the boys. still, 2 outta 3 ain’t bad.
blacklight minigolf!
on our way home, we tried to go to the museum of art, but because canadians don’t know how to price museums (what do you mean $40 to look at art??) we had to pass it by.
dinner was faaaaaantastic indian food at star of india, which we almost didn’t find. i realized there how much i miss eating with my hands, and what normally would have seemed like hovering by the waiter was modulated by my new-found understanding of waiters at *actual* indian restaurants. given my recent time in kerala, i realised how much restraint the guy was exercising even though he refilled out water glasses perhaps 15 times. madam. madam. madam….
after dinner, we changed into pajamas, got into bed, and drifted into the can’t-look-away-horror that is a “here comes honey boo boo” marathon. i’d never actually seen the show before. dear god. dear god.
8/1/14–home via ben and jerry’s
we played the sneak out game again when it was time to leave the hotel, swooping in to pick sean and emma up from the curb after check-out. on the way home, we altered our route to travel through the great “north country” of vermont, which turned out to be a vast and sparsely populated expanse of farmland where the only radio options were country music and rambling preachers who warbled in emphatic tones about topics like “the nnnnnnature of womannnnn.”
ice cream wonderfulness
but it was all worth it when we reached our next destination: the ben and jerry’s factory. we took a tour, ate WAY too much ice cream (cherry garcia for me), wandered through the flavor graveyard filled with headstones for failed flavors like vermonty python and tuskeegee chunk (one can only wonder), and then headed for home.
our new hampshire route took us through crawford notch, truly one of the most beautiful places on earth. we missed most of the view this go-around though, as we spent the duration trying to tell a fellow driver that they had a flat tire. funny how hard it is to communicate via note-pressed-against-window.
lobster boy
after yet another trip to the laundro (this time because i was about to leave on another trip) we went for the crowning glory of any maine experience–lobstah dinnah. in all the time i’ve been in maine, though i’ve had plenty of lobster, i’d yet to have *a* lobster, red, steaming, whole hog. this was a first. we went to a place right down the street called the lobster pound. the building was an odd, incredibly slanted and off-kilter contraption that felt something like the resulting offspring of a union between summer camp and a wooden boat. sean and i were the brave takers. whole lobsters. we’d prepped first by watching youtube videos on how on earth you actually eat a lobster, which helped a little. with great bravery and a little trepidation, we cracked the red shells, sending a flood of lobstah juice all over the table and our other food. then we fished around with tiny red forks for the amazingly delicious meat (and when i say meat, i really mean drawn-butter-sponge). blueberry pie served as a nice ending to probably the maine-est dinner that ever was et.
8/2/14–goodbyes and 2 departures
let me preface this day by saying that i’ve learned my lesson. never again will i EVER plan to leave for a third-world country on the same day as my out-of-country company leaves. too. much.
because i’d not finished packing for haiti, saturday morning saw me up with the sun treating clothes with mosquito-repellant, packing bags, and obsessing over what i’d forgotten to get. i realized quickly that one of my major travel maxims (“if i forget it, no sweat–i can buy it!”) didn’t apply here in a big way, so i was a little neurotic about the whole packing process. if i might even think about needing it in the next three weeks, i had to have it with me.
after i had packed, it was time to say goodbye to emma and sean, who were setting off that morning for new york and their flights home. after all of these years, goodbyes are still hard, but i do think they get a little easier each time. leaving steve and sean that first time in hull was devastating. with connections so incredible but distances so vast, you really never know at first if someone will stay a part of your life or not. we’ve all stood the test of time in some pretty incredible ways though, so there is a good deal of comfort in knowing that you’re connected even when apart. it’s made especially easy for us because we’re so good at making and keeping plans. next plan: scotland in 2016 🙂
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this was just the start to my day, but the rest is really another story entirely. my next few blogs will pick up where i left off and will take you through my wild and woolly time in haiti!
to be continued…