A Weekend in Martha’s Vineyard

A Weekend in Martha’s Vineyard

Okay, so I just want to start off with stating how Jeremy spoiled me rotten this weekend and I pretty much felt like a princess on my birthday (woo, 23!) I seriously am so grateful for him and how special he makes feel everyday, even when it’s not my birthday.

Now, being the Utah girl that I am, I didn’t know much about Martha’s Vineyard. All I had really heard of was that there are a lot of rich people (fact check: not sure if that’s true because most people don’t walk around sharing how rich/poor they are… although, some people actually do that) and the Obamas like to vacation there (fact check: also true. I saw a picture of Obama eating at a restaurant that I ate at.) Annd that was pretty much the extent of my knowledge in the matter. So, when Jeremy told me that we were going to Martha’s Vineyard for my birthday, I thought to myself “Time to pack my fancy, floppy hat!” I am sad to report that I did not see one single floppy hat during my visit there. Television and hearsay LIED TO ME. So, it’s a good thing I didn’t pack my floppy hat. Anyway, here’s a lil’ run down of our weekend in the Vineyahd (I’m working on my Bahstan accent and I’m learning that when there is a ‘r’, just use ‘ah’… R is a neglected words ’round these parts. (Okay, but I do want to clarify that I have actually only heard a few stereotypical Boston accents in the past few months so, there’s that)).

On Saturday, we started out at Art Cliff Diner. Now, Yelp and all other review sources all said the same thing that went something like “AAHHH THIS FOOD IS GREAT. COME EAT HERE. ITS A LONG WAIT.” And as a first timer in the Vineyard, I based my decisions primarily off of the words of peoples on the Google. The people of Google did not lead us astray in any regard. I would highly recommend showing up around 8am or so, as to avoid the whole waiting for a table because the place is super small. Luckily, Jeremy and I waited for about 3(ish?) minutes. And the food was well worth the wait (3 minutes is a long time) AND it was the best omelette that I’ve ever had. If you go, be sure to order their salsa with whatever you get. Okay, maybe not with blueberry pancakes but I suppose whatever your heart desires.


Once our tummies were sufficiently overfilled, we rode the bus over to Joseph Sylvia State Beach for a morning by the water. The bus system was super easy (I mean, it is an island) and quite affordable. Pro tip (because I’m a pro now): Get the day pass, no matter what. It’ll be well worth the eight dolla’ bills, yo. Anyway, we made it to the beach and played in the water all morning long. Fun fact about this beach: it’s where the famous bridge from the Jaws movie is. Not having seen Jaws ever, this was not too intriguing of a thought to me but apparently it’s a big deal. Everyone was jumping off the bridge and it was quite the hip hop happenin’ place to be on that beach. Because I’m not a fan of jumping into water from a tall bridge along with a large crowd of random people, I chose to forgo that tourist opportunity.

Side note: I would like to thank Portrait Mode on the IPhone 7Plus for making Jeremy and I look real good in all the photos in this post.


After beaching (Yes, it’s a verb in my life), we ate at #9 Sandwiches in Edgartown. Would 10/10 recommend the Chicken Parmesan Sandwich. We then proceeded to go to another beach, by accident as we were exploring around Edgartown. We stumbled upon the beautiful Lighthouse Beach and went shell hunting (one of my favorite activities in the WHOLE WORLD.)

IMG_0869 (1).jpgWe then explored the town more, shopped a little (okay, shopped a lot), ate some ice cream and then ended the day eating at Nancy’s Seafood in Oak Bluffs (the place where I saw the picture of Obama eating there!) Also another place I would highly recommend. We got the lobster mac ‘n cheese and the seafood platter. SO MUCH FRIED GOODNESS. Needless to say, it was an incredible birthday. I mean, come on! Look at that view. (Ha, see what I did there? It’s a picture of Jeremy. And a lighthouse. Two very handsome objects.)


Day two was TOO quick! (AH BAD PUN ALERT. SO BAD BECAUSE IT’S BARELY A PUN.) It was super cloudy but we figured to take the “when in Rome” mentality (minus the being in Rome part) and took the hour bus ride the South Beach. We were told there that we could shred the gnar there. Now, there definitely was no gnar to shred but the waves were pretty big and the water was beautiful and warmer than the air. And because of the scary looking clouds, the beach was not full of people for the first few hours. So, I’m definitely a fan of that beach. Plus, look how picturesque it is.


We had purchased a water toy called WABOBA! the day before and were very excited to try it out. It’s basically a ball that bounces on the water really high and it did not disappoint. We are WABOBA! fans. We had a traditional beach day filled with playing in the big waves, reading books and getting our bag of Goldfish snatched up by a seagull. Although I was a little hungry (as the Goldfish were my plan for sustenance for the expedition), it was a beautiful cloudy beach day. We got to wear our Martha’s Vineyard swag as well so that was great. (And yes, we did buy matching Vineyard shirts AND then sweatshirts because we embrace the tourist life whenever possible.)


After beaching yet again, we ate at the infamous Black Dog Tavern. Jeremy had the Blackened Burger and I had the Crab Cake Sandwich. Both were OH SO YUMMY. Then we got one more round of ice cream from Mad Martha’s and took the ferry home *insert sad face and tears here*

So, I’m happy to report that my first trip to Martha’s Vineyard was a raving success! I will definitely be returning and certainly have the post-vacation blues today. But no need to fear! We are going to Boothbay, Maine and then camping in just three short days! Our weekends are more exhausting than the weekdays which means we’re definitely doing this whole New England Summer thing correct. Also, if you read all the way to the end, I like you. You are a real champ.

With Loves, Nicole




Je parle francais, eh?

Well, we did it. We moved across the country. And now, I’m writing this blog post whilst in Quebec, Canada. Yep, you read that right. I’m not in Boston as of this moment. Now, I’m sure you’re asking yourself, “why in the world would Nicole go to Canada right after moving all the way across the country??” Turns out that this is the only time that a family vacation with Jeremy’s family would work out. But man, let me tell you… This past week has been an absolute whirlwind.

To begin our moving process, we did the whole plane with a cat thing. I have only one piece of solid advice for my readers regarding this… 1. JUST DON’T DO IT. SAVE YOURSELF. Travelling with little Gemma Lemma was filled with her singing the song of her people (or more like screaming) to all the surrounding audience members (uh, I mean passengers) in the plane. Whatever ‘sedative’ that the vet gave us did not work. I mean, maybe she was complaining a little bit less on the car ride to the airport but nothing could prevent Gemma from speaking her mind about her misery and suffering in the aiport and on the airplane. What I’m saying is just don’t do it. Ship your cat through UPS if you need to (not actually advocating for that but I definitely thought about doing that around 4am on the flight).

So, we got off the plane with a total of one hour of sleep (not even sure about that) between the two of us and went to see our apartment!! It’s absolutely amazing and I love it so much. It’s the perfect size and Gemma seems to love it as well. Minus the whole part of not being allowed outside because she wouldn’t survive a night in the big bad streets of Boston (not so big and bad but more just the fact that Gemma doesn’t fully understand cars can squish her). Then came all the errands associated with moving over the next few days…. getting a new license, transferring car titles, buying kitchen supplies, picking up furniture.. The list goes on and on. But we did it! All while staying sane (partially) and having just enough time to watch OITNB in our new cozy living room.

And now, we’re finishing out our adventures in Canada and heading home this afternoon.  Speaking of which, CANADIAN FRENCH DOES NOT MAKE SENSE. I’ve  been trying to interact with almost everyone I encounter but I still have no idea what they are saying back to me. Well, lesson learned I suppose. What is the lesson? Uh… learn to speak French the Canadian way before going to Quebec, I think. BUT Canada is absolutely gorgeous. It feels like I stepped back into France (minus the quirky accents) and I love it so much.

More photos and info about the trip in my new post once I get home. Home is Boston. Not Salt Lake… Still trying to get used to that but I think I like the sound of home in Boston. Plus, I have a really cozy couch to get back to at home. That helps.

With loves, Nicole