Gloucester, er, Glosta... Part 1

Wow. It was quite a trip, and I don't even know where to start. So why not start at the beginning?

Thursday we got up early. Very early. We flew out, connected somewhere (i don't remember where), and arrived in Manchester around 12:00. We were all pretty tired.


It took an hour to get our car, and between stopping for potty breaks, food, and bad iPhone navigation, it took another few to get to Gloucester.


We settled in at the motel and soon Jeff and Kelly were there to take us off to the Fiesta. We rode rides and ate cotton candy and fried dough, then walked along to the Big Fisherman statue.

I know it has a better, more romantic name for real, but I don't remember it, so there ya go.




It was starting to rain as we headed back to the car, and after a mild soaking we were back at the hotel for a good night's sleep.

In the morning, Elliot woke up chipper and ready for fun. He ran in circles on the front porch for a half hour till everybody got to the condo.

Then we headed out for food and shopping in Rockport, home of many colored fishing floats, quaint rowboats, ice cream, and pirate ships.


We had a lovely day overall, but Elliot was a little off his normally charming game. I couldn't talk him into having ice cream with us, and he really wanted to be carried everywhere. When we got back to the motel, he was running a bit of a fever, so once everybody had headed back home, I sent mom out for Tylenol.

You might notice a decided lack of photos at this point. That's because after Mom left, Elliot went downhill fast, and soon my hands were full of vomit. This was his first big boy puke, so he was pretty freaked out. I was a little wide eyed myself as I sat staring in the sink trying to remember and/or identify the food he had had that day.

He ran a high fever most of the night, but fortunately didn't have anything else come back up. He remained out of sorts with on again, off again fever for the rest of the trip.