We sandwiched our much-anticipated trip to England between visits to New York. The girls were great travelers. And Estelle was smiles most of the time. The exception has to do with me, Esra and Estelle huddled in the corner of an international terminal and a room full of Europeans staring at me. We were glad to be on our way home, that is for sure.
This meant time with family and celebrating Esra's new found freedom, and embracing that golden, dappled with time with Grandma and Pop. We were so glad to get back to Sam's parents house, after our life changing week in England plus a long day of flying back to the States. And encountering a grumpy US Customs official who wouldn't let us bring the Snappie across the border made the day feel even longer. Thankfully, his enlightened and friendly coworkers overcame his bad attitude and we were on our way to sunshine, sand and sleep!
And this is after the American Airlines ground crew told us they did not have the Snappie or our stroller in the cargo bay of the plane. Once we reached the 30 minute mark of waiting inside the gate ramp with two preschoolers, I began to wonder if we had lost the Snappie. At the 45 minute mark though it was all sorted out. The London crew had not informed the JFK crew that all of the Snappie's seven disconnected components (batteries, etc.) and our Phil and Ted Stroller had been neatly crated! In fact, all ten families on board with children were told there were no strollers on that flight when there most assuredly were. We were not crazy but the ground crew thought we were.
We found our wheelchair-accessible rental van, and headed east. Driving further and further away from the airport got us closer and closer to much-needed rest. We floated away in the waves of Fresh Pond. Minnows, jellies and crabs jetted passed our feet. There were sailboats tacking. The girls were so curious to see those little vessels tip over. Then they would witness the student-occupants jump out and right everything and then begin into the wind again. And it was just heavenly there.
We are always so happy to arrive in this magical, back-in-time place. Its a quaint hamlet on the Eastern End of Long Island. Cedar shingles and hydrangeas abound. Over-priced vegetables and seafood are overlooked since they are grown or caught by hands at home. History, heritage and grilled peach s'mores are remembered fondly.
Here in our summer memories, one can find homemade fudge in the fridge and love freely given, freedom-loving lawn signs and bumper stickers, refridgerator wisdom, prayers, blessings and late-night conversations. We are so grateful for this place that we will never forget.