Food for the soul...

...and by soul I mean aching joints, smashed knee and displaced hip. After a crazy deep sea fishing trip, we needed to comfort our battered and bruised bodies.

Going out in 6 foot chop on a 21’ center console probably wasn’t the smartest idea, but when your sister-in-law (“former” friend) says “go big or go home”, you have no choice! Love you, Sar! (Side note: if you are looking for the best fishing charter on the island you must give Capt. Tom’s Charters a ring and request Jason! Weather is unpredictable and Jason kept the jokes coming, even though we almost went overboard.)

Nothing says comfort food more than Italian. Sarah made a reservation for us at Ventuno, which opened this summer where 21 Federal used to be. After coming home to find out all of the accolades it has won, we were not surprised. We gave the Galley our own award of best atmosphere, but Ventuno takes the cake for best dishes. We sat on their cute outdoor patio – perfect for people watching after dinner!

All aboard!

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.