The Inn at Ocean Grove
Travel Blogs from Ocean Grove
Dear family friends, baseball fans and travel enthusiasts, We are now more than halfway through our trip and finally getting to our blog. We've taken loads of photos, and we plan to upload them over the next few weeks. For the rest of the trip, we hope to post a sentence or two and a handful of photos for each town we visit. Hopefully this will help you keep tabs on us. Don't feel at all obligated ...
... and Tim's. We had a lovely Christmas Eve roast meal together and then talked to Mum and Sue in Ipswich, Dad at the hospital then Jan and the boys at the coast. We regularly went outside to check the weather and about 9pm it was snowing, we were very excited, it didn't stick and make it white, but it was snowing!
Christmas morning was relaxed ...
... I spent 3 hours in there earlier today. A book in the passenger seat door called Physics of the Impossible. In the glove compartment there's a book of motel coupons and a box of Red Vines with two left. Not satisfied? He was NOT! He said "do you have any packables in the car?"
Actually, to be fair, what he said was "do you have anypkcablesss in the car?" but after he repeated it [ in a more insolent tone than I would have liked ] I still ...
... Staten Island almost functions like a small country (and a very isolated one at that). The only solace that can be achieved is the closeness of New Jersey (not a very good neighbor) and Manhattan (which can take up to an hour and a half of travel time to get to). Brooklyn is also close, but at the price of 5 dollars per ride on a bus or 12 dollars over a bridge... it is easy to say that not even the super-rich of our Island care so much to venture out for a walk. ...
... with an amazing Sea Lion, which
seemed to be so understanding, interactive and very funny indeed. A real
treat for all.
We also had a 4D experience of the famous 3D
movie "Polar Express" taking us into a three dimensional world, jolting
our seats, spraying us with water and blowing air in our necks to give
the realistic feeling of riding an out of control train on the north
As we stepped ...