Mystic, Connecticut--a lovely place to visit. If you like boats, they've got boats. If you like water, they've got water. Restaurants? Hope you like fish. And how about pizza? Well, you simply must visit Mystic Pizza. I did this past week. Actually, it was my second visit to the quaint little restaurant where the famous Julia Roberts movie was filmed. The actors and actresses pictures adorn the walls and a continuous screening of the movie runs on a TV set up on a wall. As you sit there munching on a "slice of heaven", you can alternately check out the photos and watch the movie. Or neither. You can simply talk to the person you're with while gobbling your pizza.
There was a young boy with his family seated in the booth across from us. He was a giggler. I couldn't really hear what his family members were saying, but he giggled at just about everything. I glanced his way once or twice wondering what was so funny. Sometimes he seemed to be giggling at nothing since no one had said anything. Ah youth. I wonder if I ever acted that way. Laughing at nothing.
Now on to the hotel. The Whaler's Inn. A nice place to stay. A few flights up the stairs, unlock the door and step into a carpeted room with light blue walls, a fireplace, desk, kingsized bed and a chair or two. Not to mention a jacuzzi in the bathroom. This one had a couple of broken buttons from perhaps overzealous hot tub lovers? Very noisy things, those jacuzzis when being filled or drained of water. The irony to me was that it was quieter there during the day than at night. I could have slept easily during the day if I'd been inclined to do that. But of course I wasn't. I wanted to explore Main Street during the day. So I did. A nice bookstore, lots of cute little shops. A view of the water, boats, a drawbridge.
All in all, a nice, relaxing trip. Except for not being able to sleep at night. I guess I just can't sleep anywhere else but in my own bed.
As Dorothy once said, "There's no place like home."