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I will soon be leaving the greater die-hard Red Sox fans area for a much needed escape from the city: in a few weeks I will be headed back down to Cape May, New Jersey. I went there last summer, and was so enchanted I can hardly wait to return.

Everybody has at least one place in the world that they go to in their heads to retrieve some quiet, relaxation, pleasant memories. Be it a seaside room from a honeymoon or a lush garden from childhood, this place exists for you alone and provides a sense of peace. Cape May is one of these places for me (and Erieau, of course).

On days when I need a reprieve from reality I can slip back into the hushed house near the beach, make myself a gin and tonic and sit on the porch. Or I can carefully apply suntan lotion to every exposed inch of fish belly-white skin and lie on the beach absorbing the warm sunlight, orange behind my eyelids. I can prove again my superiority at bocce ball while smelling our dinner of fresh fish on the grill. I can even watch the bats flit about above my head in the purple dusk and later amble down the darkened beach, sit in the life guard’s chair, and listen to the waves come ashore.

…Excuse me, I wandered there.

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Llalan specializes in all things Ohio, but has funny stories from all over the US and Canada, plus a few snort-inducing ones from Thailand. And not only does she read books from around the world, she also samples beers in as many languages as possible. Favorite style: the multi-national American Double IPA.

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