Day 1037 Chowda

 

Just like that—the sun is shining and we’re out and about! We headed down to Galilee for dinner at George’s, windows open, the ferry cruising by, and a parking lot full of people eager to soak in the sunshine and catch a glimpse of the beautiful sunset. Tim and I quickly found a corner spot at the bar, right in front of the window. The ocean breeze was almost too much, but we were so happy to have the windows open, we didn’t mind one bit.

We laughed about the previous night—fire burning, both of us eager to climb into bed just to get warm and be done with the dreary day. It’s amazing what a little sunlight can do for the soul.

It’s hard to believe we haven’t had our feet in the sand yet, and it’s already mid-June. But the weekend is coming, and considering we’ve had twelve consecutive weekends of rain, it’s no wonder everyone is feeling soggy and rejoicing at the smallest glimpse of sun.

Dinner was fantastic. Tim and I split a meal and each started with a cup of chowder—or “chowda,” as it’s said here in Rhode Island. He’s a fan of New England style—thick and creamy—while I stay true to RI-style: clear broth, so you can really taste the clams. Obviously, mine is the better choice! We skipped the clam cakes this time, but we might have to go back for some soon.

We shared a delicious plate of stuffed shrimp, scallops, and fish—plenty to satisfy the two of us. We even ran into some friends from high school—the same couple we seem to see almost weekly. One of these days, we’ll have to plan ahead and sit together.

It felt good to be out, to laugh, to eat well, and to be reminded that even after the gloomiest stretch, the sun does return. Here’s to warmer evenings, salty air, and maybe—finally—getting our toes in the sand.