Although we got a bit sick, ran into some technical problems with the car and had to drive through the remnants of a hurricane, we nonetheless had a wonderful time visiting my mom in Portland, ME. She was an extraordinary host, whipping up delicious, healing, gourmet dishes and nursing us back to health.
We had a synchronicity/matrix-moment during this trip that was pretty cool. When K and I decided we wanted to see the coast, we looked up a list of “Maine’s best beaches” and settled on Ogunquit, not knowing anything about it other than the fact that the name supposedly means “beautiful place by the sea” in the Abenaki Native Americans. (Others suggest that it actually means “coastal lagoon”). By the way, trying to look up any information about the indigenous population that lived in Ogunquit before European colonization was a lesson in cultural erasure. Most of the websites we found were awful, celebratory portraits of the colonial “encounter” that provided very little information about the original people living there.
Just as just as we were sort of wondering “Hmm, will this place be lesbian-couple-friendly”, I came across this line in the town’s Wikipedia page: “Over the past 100 years, Ogunquit has become a destination for LGBT tourists, and features numerous LGBT-owned and -operated hotels,restaurants, bars, theaters, and other businesses.” Basically, unbeknownst to us, the Universe had led us to the gayest, most beautiful beach town in Maine!
We had a delicious, inexpensive lunch (burger, lobster roll and strawberry mojitos) at Frills–an easy, breezy, beautiful beach shack nestled away under umbrellas and trees. Then we went a few doors up the street for frozen yogurt and ice cream. Yummmm.