The Maid Goes to Maine – Part 3: A Day in Portland

 

On Sunday we woke up to our first full day of vacation. Our plan was to get an early start and see some sights. After sampling some local beers the night before, I was ready for a big breakfast. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that the words hungry and hungover both start with the first four letters.

I love using yelp.com to discover places that we might not normally find, especially in an unfamiliar city. We found two breakfast restaurants within walking distance with good reviews and set out to the one that was

The Maid Goes to Maine – Part 2: Not that Portland, the other Portland

After finally escaping our annoying airplane neighbors described in Part 1, Mr. Maid and I landed in Portland International Jetport in Portland, Maine. That’s right. Not an airport, a “jetport”. Not sure why they call it that, but it made me feel a bit like Jane Jetson.

Fancy name aside, it is a really nice, small airport only a few miles from downtown Portland. In no time we had collected our bags, picked up our rental car and hit the road for our hotel in the Old Port district of the largest city in Maine.

The Maid Goes to Maine – Part 1: Airplanes and Eye Rolls

I don’t travel as much as I’d like to, and I definitely don’t travel enough to make this a travel blog. But I recently returned from a lovely vacation with Mr. Maid to the awe-inspiring Maine coast that I mentioned in my post Coastally Deprived. I’d love to tell you about it.

This is what happens when you leave your job. I have no coworkers to talk to about my trip, so I get to play show-and-tell with all of you kind people! So, I will spend the next few posts boring you recounting spine-tingling tales of our journey.

Before I get to the “good stuff” of our beautiful travel destination, I want to tell you about our adventures getting there. Most of our vacations are road trips, but since we only had a week, we decided to fly and rent a car.

We’d heard the recent horror stories about long TSA lines and missed flights. Mr. Maid and I both hate feeling rushed, so we left home