It’s time for Part 1 of our Cape Cod trip.
We had no agenda when we got to Cape Cod. That’s the beauty of it. You do whatever you want and since we rented a car, we could do that. Jeremy and I decided to head up to Provincetown. Cape Cod is like a hook, and we were staying at the bottom of the hook. Provincetown was at the top of it. It would take about an hour and 1/2 to get there from where we were staying.
Before I get into the story, I should say something. I get carsick. I have always gotten carsick and I have to take Dramamine if I know I am going to be in a car for long periods of time. In the back seat. Reading a book. On this trip, I was in the front seat while Jeremy was driving. I also, somehow, have to eat. Funny, right? We all have to eat. I get that. But I have to eat at certain times or I will vomit. It’s true. It has now only happened twice to me, but it has happened and it’s no fun.
So, we left for Provincetown around 11am. I had a banana and 2 cups of coffee for breakfast. Healthy, right? Anyways, I thought I would be fine until we got there for lunch. The drive did really take about an hour and 1/2 and then you have to find parking. I could tell I was hitting that “danger zone” period as we were pulling into the parking space. I scarfed down a granola bar as quick as I could to get the vomit to stay down. I thought that would be enough until we ate lunch.
So we find a really cute spot to eat lunch and we are admiring the view as we are sitting outside and chatting. We order our food. Everything seems normal. I was feeling alright at this point. When the food comes, I don’t even remember eating half of the burger. All I remember is Jeremy saying to me, “Um…you are going to be done before I even started!” I didn’t think anything of this either. I slowed down my enhaling but I kept eating. It was hot too.
When we leave the restaurant, I start to feel queasy. I am not a very good sick person. Ha! Who is? Anyways, we are walking around Provincetown on the main strip and I could tell something wasn’t right. I don’t know how to describe what I was feeling, but something wasn’t settling in like it should. I felt like I had to sit all the time and walking around made me feel dizzy. Fun, right?
The whole reason we were going to Provincetown was to climb up this really tall tower and get 360 degree views of the Cape. It sounded amazing and I was really excited to do it, but I couldn’t. I realized it wasn’t going to happen. I somehow make it back to the car and we start our journey back. I knew I would feel better if I vomited, but I am not one of those girls to put her finger down her throat to make herself do it. I never have done that and I never will. I blame it on high school and girls thinking I was bulimic because I ate so much but was so skinny. But that is for another day.
Anyways, my time finally came on the way home. Jeremy pulled over and I was able to toss my cookies. I felt so much better after that but it was a sad waste of a trip. Oh well. Next time we go up to Cape Cod in like 2-3 years, we will do the tower again. And if I haven’t totally grossed you out, that is good!