Sorrento

I have met some wonderful people since I began this thing called blogging nearly four years ago. And when I say met, I mean that they are mostly through the internet.

But I have actually met some people for real, and during our vacation last week to Maine, I made plans to meet up with blogging friend, Lili from Fearless Nesting. Lili blogs from Sorrento, Maine and since she was only 15 minutes from our vacation rental, I knew it was imperative that we meet.

 

Lili and her husband Henri live in Sorrento . . .

 

. . . in a beautiful home along the coast. There are gardens and a long path down to the shore where along the way you’ll find swings that Henri made which hang from very high branches. I wish now that I’d taken a photo of one to show you.

I want to go back now just to swing in one of them.

 

 

Henri took a photo of me with Lili and after I saw it, I thought “what the hell was I wearing?” That morning, my husband and I went hiking over at Schoodic Point. I texted Lili afterward and asked her if we could meet later that morning and I remember saying something like I was going to head back to the cottage and change and then come right over.

Well, I didn’t feel like changing and had I used my noggin’, I would have remembered that photos will probably be taken and I should wear something decent.

But no, that’s not me.

 

So here we are with Lili looking very chic and me wearing my lovely knock-about clothes. Ah, but it’s all good.

I’m not really a fashionista anyway.

 

Lili and Henri.

We all went to lunch and had great chowdah and later in the week, I came back and Lili and I went for a drive and took some photos at the harbor in Sorrento.

 

All of the little skiffs seem to have names. I pronounced the one on the right incorrectly, thinking it sounded like tiddley winks.

 

And there was even a boat named for me.

 

It’s great meeting someone I’ve been in touch with for quite awhile now and who is, in real life, just like she seems on the internet. So sweet.

 

I couldn’t help posting this last photo of a young lobsterman who passed us while we were standing on the dock as he was heading down to his skiff.

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Have a great Thursday, all . . .

We missed you, Mike!