Nantucket is my favorite place in the world. Hands down. Forget Maui. Forget Dublin. Even Paris doesn’t beat Nantucket.
Ok - I can hear the gasps from here.
Disclaimer: I love all of those places as well (probably in that order behind good ole’ ACK), but nothing gives you that satisfying home-away-from-home feeling than docking at Straight Wharf as memories of adolescence come flooding in. Nothing beats letting air out of the tires, and driving on every possible sandy road with the windows down and the radio up, as you pass one gorgeous grey-shingled house after another, on the hunt for the next hidden beach. And for me, there isn’t a 5 star hotel in the world that beats renting a house with your best friends, stocking the fridge with cold ones and waking up every morning to the salty, damp Nantucket air. Ahhhh – heaven!
So we took to the Steamship Authority (the train of the sea – ehh a stretch, I know!) jeep and all, and enjoyed every minute of our week of summer freedom.
