I have spent almost 4 months in Maine about 4 years ago during the summer of 2004.
It turns out I've had quite the summer that year as a lot of interesting things kept happening all of a sudden and a sweet feeling of adventure was floating in the air.
When I got off the plane in Boston I remember feeling very tired and quite disappointed of my surroundings. My first impression of the Boston's international airport was that it resembled a poorly organized train station where the employees were not very helpful. However, I managed to find my way around and to find the bus that was supposed to take me to Maine, my destination at the time.
After about 2 hours or so on the bus, I got to some bus station in what seemed to be 'the middle of nowhere', by one of the freeway's exits close to Wells; and 2 hours or so later, I was finally at the dorm house in Wells, taking a long awaited shower and finally washing off the tiredness of the long trip.
Also that day, I managed to get introduced by the hostess to a group of Romanians that were gonna turn into my friends during the time spent there.
But there was one thing I was dying to get introduced to and the moment kept eluding me: ... the big ocean. I could only manage to go and see it after a few days, as it turned out that 'the ocean view from the bedroom window' that was so charmingly described to me during the recruiting meeting in Romania was only 8-10 kilometres away.
However, I wasn't any less impressed; I took a first deep breath of the ocean's breeze and exhaled slowly, as if trying to retain some of that refreshing flavour.
I've always had a thing for the sea... but this feeling I just can't decribe. It was pure happiness. Ever since then, whenever I got to spend some time by the ocean (be it the Atlantic or the Pacific) I just felt at home.
I'd like to just pick a spot on the sand, sit on top of my sweater and let the wind tell me its stories...
And that was not the only gift that I was given in Maine; the others were the warm and friendly people, the beautiful landcapes, the charming small towns that I visited (Ogunquit and Kennebunk were just superb...), and also my slow ascension into 'life on my own'.
I hope I'll have the time one day to go back for a trip. I'd love to, for sure!
