We spent the past couple days touristing around Mystic, CT. What a fun place! I even ate seafood. And I did see the Mystic Pizza restaurant, even though we did not eat there. We were going to go whole hog and watch the movie while we were there, but Netflix doesn't carry it. (Mystic Pizza is on the right in this pic.)
When we checked into our RV resort, the nice woman told us that if we were going to be around Tuesday, we would get half off the admission price for Mystic Seaport, so we decided to check that out. I'm glad for the discount, too, because normally it would have been 30 bucks per person. And it doesn't even have any roller coasters. But it did have lots of cool stuff to do, including free range exploration of the last existing American whaling ship,The Charles W. Morgan.
We had gone to a whaling talk earlier, and the guide said he was around the right height for a sailor at 5'3". When we went below deck, we understood. Phil had to bend almost sideways at some points. One would really need to be a people person, and if one were really lucky, have no sense of smell, to be a sailor back then. I got a bit claustrophobic just looking at the sleeping quarters.
We had figured we'd only spend an hour there, but we closed down the place. I haven't really been explaining my blog titles, but we ended the day in the main whaling exhibit center where we went into a room and played a recording of people singing whaling songs over sounds of whales singing. And the rest should be self explanatory...Phil and I were laughing so hard we were crying, especially since it hasn't been all that long since our bout of food poisoning at my mom's house. HA!
We're in Old Orchard Beach, ME, right now, gorging on Chinese food and kicking back after a day Boston-adjacent traffic. Oh, speaking of drivers, my kudos to Connecticut drivers, who were the nicest, most courteous, patient, rule-abiding drivers we've ever encountered.
Next stop...near Ellsworth, Maine