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Attached at the Hip | Cape of Dreams

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Welcome to the most delayed post vaca post ever. That’s because coming back to real life puts the cray into crazy. But our time spent in Cape Cod was gloriously relaxing and everything we hoped it would be. Life is remarkably less stressful when your primary daily undertakings are making coffee, playing tennis and putting on a bathing suit. Oh and thinking of whether or not you want a scoop vanilla gelato in your iced coffee. Details.

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What we learned during this trip:

1. Retirement doesn’t seem like that bad of an idea. In fact, we would be really good at it.
2. Gelato should follow every meal.
3. Freshly made burrata should come before every meal.
4. Wine is really meant to be consumed starting at 2 pm. Maybe 1.
5. iPads should be easier to read when you have to have sunglasses on.
6. We really need to get UV blocking t-shirts to wear while out in the ocean or walking on the beach.

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Less is more – life is substantially easier when it consists of only 4 outfits: tennis gear, beach gear, post-beach loungewear, and pajamas. And one feels so much healthier when they’re not rushing through their breakfast, taking their time throughout the day, having a chance to exercise everyday. Some people just call that life. Bitches. Why couldn’t we spend our lives just focusing on being healthy? Jealousy.

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Enjoy all the pics from our trip… check Magdalena’s Instagram

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Vacation souvenirs

Cabo Cado Cape Cod Tote

We’ve been loving every second of our beach vacation, even the rainy ones, like today. After pinning until my index finger got sore and reading through every magazine I had brought, I made my yearly pilgrimage to Atlantic Spice Company, an Outer Cape classic. We weren’t the only ones using the rain as an excuse – the place was mobbed. Bored beachgoers with wallets on a drizzly day – I hope Atlantic had a killer day of sales. I contributed to that and bought (among another $110 of things, oops) this rockin’ tote by Cabo Cado.

The founder is an illustrator and lobster man living on the Cape – majorly multi-talented – and he perfectly captured the Cape’s highlights (also does ones for Martha’s Vineyard and Nantucket). My new beach tote will be christened with some sand when the sun comes back out tomorrow!

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photo courtesy of Cabo Cado

Vinho to the verde

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Our aunt gets wine reccos from the Times. She knows how to roll. So when an article came out recently about a fabulous, on the down low wine she gave Vinho Verde a try asap. And we’re so happy she did.

At around $7 a bottle, low alcohol content and refreshing bubbles this is better than any spritzer. Thank you Portugal. It’s completely guilt-free and refreshing. You could totally start drinking it with your lunch and just keep on going. For those of us who worry about the consequences of drinking too much in the heat or sun this is the perfect solution.

We’re Cape Cod bound on Saturday with a case. So that’s about 4 days worth of wine. Tops.

Attached at the Hip | Beach Lovers Anonymous

We need to create an organization known as BLA. Beach Lovers Anonymous.  Maybe we should get more specific… Cape Cod Lovers Anonymous? It would be perfect for us. Let’s face it – if we’re going to do seaside, we do it right… nautical, striped, linen, liberal and preppy. And we go all the way to the edge, Provincetown-bound.

While we did miss you all very much, we focused on something very important. Hardcore, mega-intense relaxation. So much so that after yelling “Bring it!” to my doubles opponents, I proceeded to faceplant onto the tennis court. Point was won, so no worries. Agatha, on the other hand, was so driven to conquer the waves on the National Seashore that she got assaulted by a rock flung by the incoming tide and was lucky not to end the trip with a bruised ankle bone. Relaxation is a hard state to get to. First, apparently, you need to feel the pain.

We spent a wonderful week with family. BBQing fresh seafood, going for walks in the dunes, taking family tennis to whole new level, debating numerous world problems, solving none of them, and eating copious amounts of frozen dairy delights. Plain fro-yo is my new jam. We kept a nice balance between the wonderful zen, quiet beaches and the crazy drag queen-filled intensity of Provincetown. We navigated the crowds to shop (I actually got my Christmas shopping idea list going…. sick, I know) and go into galleries. We have a bone to pick with the Naked Boys of Provincetown though. Last year’s guys were way hotter…

Oh and we may have gone through enough wine that we all now have to detox, but that’s fine. Details, details. Our livers have another year before we do it all again next year and love it that much more.

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