Just a short drive away there lay what we so fondly dubbed, the Jersey Shore of Maine, but otherwise known as Old Orchard Beach. Full of arcades and food trucks and giving off a "I came here to party" vibe, it wasn't anything like I expected. Nor was it anything like I would imagine Maine to have under it's watchful eye. But still we had made the drive and had vied for the best parking and so darn it, Lena was going to dip her delicate toes into the Atlantic Ocean for the first time. And dip she did. After which we drove far and wide to a very tasty and generous Chinese restaurant where we all gorged ourselves stupid, before more lake hangs. Both my nieces got to dip their toes into their first lake. Babies first and all that. Which come to think of it Dominic did not get to experience. Shame on me. Shame. On. Me. And! Matching bathing suits!
