The Stockton Inns Cape May

... can come with help for their circumstance, ultimately offering Christ, but after meeting them where they are.

The day concluded less dramatically. We drove to see "Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs 3D" (great movie with developed characters and clear moral lessons while remaining lighthearted and funny) and then onto our Red Carpet Inn where I sit now writing this blog. We are one of two guests at the motel this night. Awkward.

... online. Somehow, I found the Travel Insider web site and the package featured several things that sounded appealing - discounts, add-ons, a great itinerary, and a cruise company that we had used before & enjoyed very much. I also spoke to the "host" - the Travel Insider himself - and found him to be pleasant, well-informed, and enthusiastic about the trip.

An auspicious start, I thought.

... could see was one tooth. I shouldn’t go on looks though as she was quite polite and interested in where we had come from and wanted to talk to us more before being called away. We ordered our lunch of broiled beef burgers which turned out to be surprisingly tasty when compared to the McDonalds equivalent but we found out what the meaning of upsizing was with the large drink more than enough for Cath and I both.

One more stop at a antique ...

... some good color. We went to this cute Italian restaurant that night called Cucina Rosa. Both mom and I had this amazing Mediterranean shrimp dish. Tons of garlic though, let's just say we could have kept any vampires in a 5 mile radius at bay that night. We then did some souveneir shopping and got some ice cream.

Tuesday (my birthday) it rained so we head over on ...

... then 9.5kts. We were humming. The ETA started pulling in and what had showed an arrival at 8pm not looked like 5pm....looking good.

I was ready to make the turn into the Cape May canal but was held up by a very large ferry about ready to leave the narrow channel. I hail the cap on the radio and hear...."small trawler, I would stand off....we both cant make it". OK, he wins.

By 1800 we are tied up at the ...

... have been renovated and restored, with all their elaborate details highlighted by multi-candy-colour paintwork and their gardens beautifully planted with flowers in the summer. It all looks really pretty and appealing and its now back to being a very upmarket vacation resort.

The house we are renting isn't on the beach and it isn't one of the gorgeous gingerbread Victorians, (although who ever decorated it went mad with pink and roses - but mostly on ...

... they are counting on that. (If you received a ticket on Saturday afternoon the mail won't go out until Monday anyway). This only further agravates the situation because you would then be notified of the late fees that would be acruing even as you tried to pay-up by mail. So my advice if you are visiting any small shore community but not staying in that town, don't assume that no sign means parking is allowed... Don't count on anyone saying anything ...

Leah came down to meet me and Andy in Rehoboth Beach, DE before packing up the car and hitting the road. Since the weather was so nice, we decided to take the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel to enjoy the scenery that surrounds it. Somewhere along the way (maybe 3 hours into the 16 hr car ride, the heat stopped working. I later was told by a mechanic that I was at the boiling/freezing point for my radiator fluid or something...makes sense now). Our ride down wasn't ...

Labor Day. Three Day Weekend. NEW JERSEY SHORE. Woohoo! My parents drove down from Northern Jersey. Silke and I drove up from Washington, DC. The weather was perfect. It was a nice chance to relax in the sun and surf.

Nach der Gewalttour in WDC und der daraus resultiereden Müdugkeit kommen wir erst etwas später vom Kampground weg. Auf geht es nach Cape May, New Jersey, damit wir neben den lieblichen Häusern auch den Atlantik zu Gesicht bekommen. Eine gleich vorweg: Die Fahrten daueren einfach immer länger als geplant und so kommen wir erst gegen 16h am Strand an. Sehr zum Leidwesen der Damen, die die Mittagshitze ...