What would you expect when over 50 women (yes, both in age and number) hang out together for a weekend? Fun, laughter, games, drinks, dance, food, gossips, conversations, and a few more drinks :)
In a Facebook group of women (age - 50 and beyond), someone came up with the idea of a weekend getaway. You may not think so, but for me, it was a big deal. I know how hard it is to plan even a dinner in the city with a few girlfriends; a weekend away just seemed impossible.
I am sure it must be a lot of work for the few who organized it, but for the rest of us, it was easy: call the hotel, book the room asking for a group rate, post in the group for a roommate, and go. I didn't know people in the group except for a couple, but Ogunquit is one of my most favorite places. Watching the sunrise on that beach was on my wish list, and this was a perfect opportunity.
I drove on a beautiful sunny Friday to Maine. My room was ocean-facing (sideways). I met a few of the women, and I felt very out of place; they all knew each other from various events. Soon things changed as I went for a walk with three other women on the beach. By dinner time, at least I knew a couple of women.
The next morning, I was at the beach for the sunrise. I still cannot believe that in the cold of February, I got to see two beautiful sunrises in Maine with temperatures in the 40s. By breakfast, I was quite comfortable being there. And then the day just turned around in such a big way; for the next 24 hours, I was in the company of some amazing women. We all walked, talked, ate, drank, played board games, sat by the fire indoors and outdoors, hung out in the hot tub, roamed around town, went to restaurants, had some drinks, and stayed up until midnight chatting. In the middle of all these activities, I went for a drive for beach hopping, drove on the coastline, walked on multiple beaches, ate some lobster, and came back again to join the fun club.
The next morning, after breakfast, we bid goodbyes with the promise to meet again. I so wish I could write about all the stuff that happened in between, but whatever happens in Maine stays in Maine. Until we meet again.
A beautiful cotton saree for Saturday morning breakfast. The color matched with the water so perfectly.
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