Im in Maine as i speak, and here is how i got here.

Tuesday Morning

6am-Woke up grumpy, and unwilling to leave

8am-Packed the Honda, got everything ready, said goodbye to relatives and Got out our way. My dad let me drive, so that was the funnest part of the whole trip. I drove for a bout 2 hours towards tampa, then it got too crowded so my dad took over.

10am-we settle down at the airport and wait 2 hours for our flight, we get on, i meet my seatmate, she is a christian who lives in tampa… etc. She was cool:D

1pm- Get to Ohio, wait half an hour then got back on my plane headed for boston

3pm- Arrived at boston, went to the car rental place, packed everything into it, headed towards the inner streets of Boston sight seeing, we looked for a resturant called “the no name resturant” which was one of the worst descisions of my life. It took us at least 2 hours to get to the right part of the city, Boston is a butt to drive through. We eat at the resturant, take pictures, etc.

We get lost so we pull off the freeway and happen upon a bad part of town. Everyone is watching us in our shiny little Ford, all the black gangstas come outside to watch us and laugh at us. We get back on the freeway to finally get out, and barely make it.

11pm-We finally get into the southern part of Maine, we get lost, takes us another good 10min to find the hotel. Finally we find it, and i just crash. We all agree to wake up at 7. My dad heard ‘6’ so of course, he woke us up at 5…

11am-arrive in the coolest little town ever, Blue Hill Maine. And begin our cousin adventures.

right now…i have to pee, so this post has to come to a terrible, sudden, end. peace