For nearly 20 years I’d lived in Massachusetts and had never been to Cape Cod or Martha’s Vineyard, baffled at why so many around me would religiously brave traffic and summer crowds to go to “The Cape” or “The Vineyard” for a couple of days. Having finally made the pilgrimage myself two weekends ago, I finally get it.
The idea of being two hours away from a laid-back vacation lifestyle is extremely attractive. Never mind the fact that there are backups at the bridge, or that the restaurants are packed with other Bostonians attempting the same brief escape. It’s a respite that’s easily attainable – if only for a weekend at a time.
I even fantasized about moving there from Cochituate, of making it our home base in the U.S. after I retire. The fact is that real estate is even more expensive on The Cape than it is in the Metro West, and many we know who live there full-time tire of the summer crowds and lament the miserable winters. We’d also be missing the whole dynamic of the weekend getaway, a special go-to place less than 100 miles away.
Still, I was able to relax more during that weekend than I have in months, and I wouldn’t mind doing that much more often.