Provincetown 2018

My subtitle for this page should be "The Tyranny of Tradition." Let me explain....

You do something once, and it's pretty fun. Everyone has a good time, and thinks it's a great idea. You do it twice, and wow, that's really cool on its own and also how we're starting to make a tradition there. Three times--clear tradition. Gotta keep going. Four--okay, we get it, it's a tradition, it's lots of fun, but maybe we could take a break? Try something different? Obviously not. We heard from Samantha and Marcus for an entire year about our terrible break with tradition by not spending a weekend with friends in Provincetown last year--another beachy New England weekend with the same friends didn't suffice, so, clearly, we're back to tradition this year. Provincetown, we love you!

Things in Provincetown we can do almost as many times as we can breathe:

Getting saltwater taffy at the candy shop above the shell shop.
Eating sushi and dumplings on the ferry down in the evening.
Getting fish burritos and other deliciousness from that seedy (but did we mention delicious?) little place by the bus stop.
Watching kids get bigger and bigger, year by year, against the same backdrops.
Climbing the Pilgrim Monument.
Messing around on the beach.
Listening to the Town Crier's spiel.
Cooling off in the pool.
Chatting with off-beat strangers about fudge, Crocs, and other random topics.
Eating really excellent burgers at unfashionably early hours.
Sitting on the hotel porch for hours, eating breakfast, playing games, talking, watching kids play, painting, napping--you name it.
Sending a subset of dads and kids hiking in the dunes while the smarter folks sit on said porch.

Things, in Provincetown or anywhere else, tradition be darned, that we probably can live without doing again:

Robert getting doored on his way to the ferry in Boston (with sushi and dumplings).
Someone (there's always someone...) throwing up on the trip.
Someone (again, there's always someone...) getting a splinter I have to take out (n.b. I am aware that splinters don't compare to vomit. Still, we could maybe try a trip with neither?).
Having yet another screw-up with the hotel room reservations.
Paying how much (!!) for, admittedly, the most amazing face-painting ever.
Being asked not to take the bus from town to the hotel because of a screaming child.
Losing our seats on the ferry due to in-group miscommunication.

Some photographic evidence of the ups and downs (vomit not pictured) follows.

Splinter:

Ferry:

Monument:

Beach:

Porch:

Landmarks:

Dunes:

Pool:

All in all, will we be back? I'm fairly sure we will, yes. After all, this year was "Provincetown New and Improved" for us: New this year! Never-before-seen! Custom-frosted donuts! Geocaching! Hammocks! Giant chair! Matching outfits for babies! More babies!

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Created: 8/26/18. Last Modified: 9/6/18.