It's fascinating yet a tinge uncomfortable.
Boats, fish nets, ferries...fisherman.....I'm a Midwestern girl living in the South....I don't know the difference between a clam and a mussel ....and what the hell is a scallop anyways?
Sometimes while strolling on the beach....I would ask a fisherman what he was trying to catch with his long poles stuck in the beach sand...hmmmm.....sea bass? and blue fins? Not only did I not know the fish....I often couldn't decipher what the guys were saying because of their Long Island accents.
And let's face it....putting a car on a boat is damn unnatural. I squeaked when I had to drive the rented Gangsta car onto a ferry. You want me to drive this car on this bobbing boat and park it here...right next to the rail? Are you sure about this?
A large part of the Island is also dominated by quaintness......little villages with cute little awnings and cute little shops with cute little women wearing the Long Island Uniform for Females Living Next to the Water: capri's....with a black v-neck top (often sleeveless)...sandals and hefty diamond ring. (I had a black top but no capri's so I knew I would be recognized as a alien.)
There's also lots of farm stands with Norman Rockwell-Life Magazine type displays.....fat crimson tomatoes in bushel baskets, pumpkins, yellow gourds and green and red apples. The produce looked so fresh and so perfect....even I.....the ultimate non-cook.....felt an almost irresistible urge to find a recipe book and a stove. (Thank god neither one was available.)
We visited the very tips of island because we're thinking about renting a house next summer on the water and bringing our kids together for a family vacation ( 2 out of 3 are living at home right now but they will be scattering soon....at least we are hoping they will scatter soon)
Both houses we looked at were beautiful....one home was built at the turn of the last century....a craftsman cottage with its own private beach (it even has its own name).....and the other one was on the ocean side in a busy resort town.
At one point I turned to hub and said....."Can we handle this?" The house with its own name was so idyllic and calm and serene....life there would consist of reading...bird watching....and beach combing.....the other house would also require a laid back life style.... a drive into town for ice cream (apparently this is a mandatory daily task) might be the climax of the day......more beach sitting.....more relaxing.
Okay....maybe the real question is....can Gina handle this?
Fishy-ness....quaintness.....quiet....black v-neck sleeveless tops?
I even proposed to hub that we consider Florida....the infamous Destin Beach which all good Southerns make a pilgrimage to in the summer...the town specializes in wave runner rentals, miniature golf, go-carts and movie theaters......these are things I know and recognize as a parent of teens.
But this morning I woke up and said to myself...what the hell?....it's wonderful to travel to the familiar ...to places that make you happy....but why not try and live someplace different and understand a different type of life?
I can buy carpi's...I can even Google mussels and scallops and find out what they are....I can relax....(okay.... I'm not absolutely sure of this) and maybe the fishy watery quaint life has goodness and beauty in it.....I will never understand unless I slip into it.
Of course....I can also consider the option my daughter suggested......can we rent something for a few days in New York City too?
I think that's what you would call vacation insurance.No need to fear the nautical life mates.....if you don't like ice cream there's always a can of spinach at the deli.