Up, up and Away

"Can he stand up in there?" asked the uniformed lady behind the counter. "Yes, he can turn around quite easily" PL responded gently sidestepping the question. I looked nonchalantly at her from my sherpa, cool as a cucumber. She returned to her administrative tasks which she concluded by handing PL something and saying "Gate 31".

I knew something was up for days. PL was in and out of the apartment, doing massive amounts of laundry and giving out all kinds of anxious body language clues. The prelude to the big reveal was the extremely early morning walk at 6.30am walk after which there was an extremely light breakfast and we were shortly after in a Gypsy Cab headed for JFK. Short encounter with the uniformed lady as described above and we were minutes later beeping the alarms at the security gate- oh we have to take my harness off-duh.

We had a smooth flight to Boston but there were rough seas waiting for us there. Thankfully the ferry was cancelled and we boarded a bus to get to our destination. I slept most of the way, emerging from my sherpa in ta- da Provincetown where we are to spend the next two weeks. PL went immediately to the thrift store to get some quilts and towels to make me a temporary bed where I now spend my days daydreaming or gazing out the french door. So much to get used to here, the tangy salt air, the sounds- birds, people walking by our little cottage studio. Frankly I was a little spooked by all of this but after a couple of days of long walks taking in the delightful scenery, and many encounters with the friendly natives I'm beginning to unwind. I'm beginning to enjoy-my vacation.