One week after our big family vacation in Bar Harbor, Maine, the three of us headed to Cape Cod. Round 2 of summer bliss! The beaches were the absolute best part, besides our early morning routine of a freshly baked, warm, flakey croissant from right in the center of Provincetown, and our early evening routine of 2 scoops of ice cream in a waffle cone. Coffee almond fudge was the flavor favorite, but Death by Chocolate came in a close second. Anders doesn't like ice cream and only eats an empty cone, so it was just Anna and I who enjoyed the ice cream. We deserved it though, because we were camping in mosquito hell. Who knew our site would be next to a swampy pond? We were lulled to sleep by a chorus of bull frogs and awoke at the crack of dawn to the most amazing bird song. Then we high tailed it right out of there to avoid the stinging bugs! Anders had fourteen bug bites on his forehead alone! You see, the early morning croissants were a very just reward (as was the ice cream) for our hardships at the campground. I snapped this photo of the rocks on the beach and I happened to notice three heart rocks...can you spot them?
