When I think of Maine I will think of excess. For a tiny state, everything here is bigger and more beautiful than you can imagine. The area around Freeport is crisscrossed with little country roads, each one with a view that would take your breath away. Horse farms with freshly painted white fences dot the landscape. Every barn is pristine red or green with white trim. There are sheep scattered over the hills and fat, happy cattle grazing among them.The food is better than I've ever tasted. Last night we had shrimp and oysters for supper (being Father's day, we were too late to nab the lobster) and today we had the most amazing crab cakes for lunch.
The shopping is out of this world. Every outlet store you can imagine - and prices to die for.
Lunch was at Joe's Boathouse at the Marina and we had a great time watching the boats coming and going into the bay at Portland.
We've spent the day talking "firework language". You know Öoh!, Ahh!, Wow!
To be continued.....
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