Bastille Day in Paris is a big deal. There’s a massive military parade down the Champs Elysees and fireworks over the Eiffel Tower… It was an impressive display of celebration and tradition. But as I was watching, I suddenly realized that this summer I was missing one of my most treasured personal traditions: summer on Cape Cod.
So what did I do? What else but book a last-minute, sneak-trip back home.
Time slows down when you’re on the Cape. A lazy beach day followed by a cookout and a trip to the Sundae School is my idea of relaxation.
Wandering through the Brewster General Store reminds me of our American tradition and the joys of penny candy…
All week, I couldn’t resist the urge to shout “AMERICA!” before indulging in a cheeseburger, pizza, or beer.
After living abroad for six months I have a better understanding of my American-ness. But one evening, as I walked down Hanover Street, Maura spotted a ridiculous t-shirt in the Connah Store that made us both laugh…
And made me realize that right now, my heart is in Paris. A taste of America was just what I needed to bring me back.