Here are this week’s F-F-Flowers. I took this while strolling through Provincetown.
Mr. Chili took this one – it’s MUCH better than the shot I took of the same blossom.
The Chili family had a FANTASTIC TIME today!
Sadly, we weren’t able to spend much time at all with Gerry – he had to take his brother to the airport. We got up in the morning and had some bagels with Gerry and Honey, and they convinced us that the whale watch out of Provincetown was not to be missed. Since whale watching is one of Honey’s “most favorite” things to do, we all piled into the car and she drove us to the very tippity-end of Massachusetts.
We got to the pier and bought the tickets for the noon-ish cruise, then strolled down a bit of town to the Portuguese bakery that Honey adores (her favorite things are malassadas – little bits of fried dough) where we got the aforementioned yumminess, along with a bit of lunchiness.
We strolled around for a bit more, then made for the boat.
We rode on the Portuguese Princess and had a fantastic tour guide; this guy was eloquent (not an “um” or “ughhh” in the speech). He taught us about the whales we were likely to see, about the biological differences between different types of whales, then passed around a little vial of zoo plankton and a section of baleen for us to look at.
We were hardly out of the harbor when we spotted our first whale, a big humpback with a sense of humor – she was breeching and slapping and providing amazing photo ops. Observe!
We found a BUNCH of other whales – mostly humpbacks, but the lack of variety didn’t matter one bit to me. At one point, a group of four of them came right up to the boat
went under, then came out on the other side!
(Mr. Chili took these pictures – this happened at about the height of my wooziness)
It was amazing.
I had a wonderful time (though I do need a bit of work on my sea legs – once the boat stopped forward motion, I started getting a little woozy. I managed to keep it all together, though, and no one in my vicinity booted, so I was good (you know about me and sympathetic puking, right?). Our trip in was smooth and cool, and I recovered enough to take some neat-o pictures, check it out. This is the very tippity-end of Cape Cod:
Here’s a replica of a 1600s Dutch ship that was sailing out for a little cruise around the harbor. Our tour guide told us the name and some details of the original boat, but I’ve forgotten all of that – I was too excited about seeing the thing on the water.
Once we got back to the dock, we went back to the Portuguese bakery (can you guess why?) and then went to score some fudge. After that, we embarked on a quest to find a new pride flag cling for the Puck – I’ve had mine on my car for about 20 years (I’ve moved it from the CRX to the Jetta to the Puck), and it’s tired and faded, so I wanted a new one. I was surprised by how difficult a thing it was to find in a town known for being one of the gay-friendliest places in the country. I found one, though, and good thing; if I hadn’t found it when I did, I was going to give up and order one off the internet.
We got back to the car, buckled in, and headed for home. Gerry was called and given a pizza order – have you ever had spaghetti pizza? You should; it’s fantastic.
After the pizza, we headed to score ourselves some ice cream (no chocolate peanut butter, though, so we’ve got to go back to the place I went to last weekend at some point before we leave) and then to run a grocery store errand. As I write this, Gerry and Mr. Chili are watching baseball (though Gerry’s a bit reluctant about it), Honey and I are back-to-back with the laptop screens, and the girls are upstairs in the big tubby, enjoying a soak.
It’s good to be us tonight…