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Maine, I Did it My Way Day 1.

Maine, I Did it My Way Day 1.

The Press Hotel’s roots are buried in journalism.

The Press Hotel’s roots are buried in journalism.

The much needed and much anticipated trip to Portland Maine has come and gone and it was everything I wanted and needed it to be. Can we discuss how traveling by train is just so awesome? The Old Man is a big fan of trains, I mean I love them, but I never really travel by them. But for short hops like up to Maine or even to NYC they are the way to go. So much more relaxed than airplanes, slower yes, but the whole process is so much better for short distances. 

I went to Maine without a real plan, I had a few ideas, and one place I really wanted to scope out, but no actual plan or itinerary. Which means that once I was checked into my hotel I stopped by the hotel bar had a drink (thank God for states with Happy Hours) and figure out my plan of attack. It was late in the day and I didn’t really feel like doing too much other than get my bearings. Drink finished I came out of the hotel and headed left I stumbled upon Free Friday at the Portland Museum of Art, normally not one of my first choices of tourist items, but it was free and what is the worst that could happen, I didn’t enjoy it? 

The museum was nice, I felt the Old Man would have enjoyed it more, but being alone meant I got to go at my own pace and was in and out in about an hour. Next up was food, I was starving, I walked for quite a while passing jazz club Blue which was going to have a band at 6pm, so I had 45 minutes to find some food and get back. I now had a plan, food, jazz, and home early to get ready for my morning run.

I ate at El Corazón, which was surprisingly good Mexican food and thanks to happy hours even better margaritas. Eating alone is always the hard part of traveling alone. El Corazón was not crowded as it was still a bit early on a Friday evening, so I sat at the bar, my go to for eating alone, I started to feel a bit sorry for myself and missing The Old Man, but I realized I wanted this and I needed to learn to be comfortable with my own company. I ate, watch the activity behind the bar, and headed off excited for my evening of jazz.

The Blue was pretty much everything you could want in a jazz club and the first and second band were great. The longer the night went on the more comfortable I got with being out and about alone.  Life wasn’t so bad when you can decide your own schedule and come and go as you please. Plus watching all the couples tired from a long day of being tourist be snippy with each other it was a reminder that time apart does everyone some good. 

Third band setting up it was time to pay up and head home to my hotel to enjoy a bit of bad TV before bed. Tomorrow was going to be busy, even if I only had a vague idea of how the day would unfold. 

Day one of my solo vacation was cruising along great and I wasn’t even missing my normal time fillers of Instagram and chatting with the Old Man. Feeling empowered I set my alarm, checked my running route one last time, and drifted off to sleep all alone with no dogs trying to steal my covers. 



Maine, I Did it My Way Day 2

Maine, I Did it My Way Day 2

Happy Birthday Dad.

Happy Birthday Dad.