It started as a simple flight to Portland, Maine. Rent a car, cruise up the rugged coast, and inhale lobster rolls from shacks so tiny you could sneeze and hit the deep fryer. But somewhere between Forrest Gump’s lighthouse and the postcard views of Bar Harbor, things got cinematic. Staying at the swanky West Street Hotel, we tackled Acadia’s greatest hits: Bubble Rock, Jordan Pond’s legendary popovers, and the borderline-insane Beehive Trail to name a few.
On a whim, we took to the skies in a Cessna 172, where I casually revealed that I had 30+ flight hours logged, which earned me the controls for part of the sunset ride. The vistas? Breathtaking. The meals? Endless. The air quality inside the rental car? Hazardous, thanks to my constant biological warfare aimed at Andrea and Isabella.
Little did we know, the biggest twist was already in play. Andrea was a few weeks pregnant with baby Elin, quietly making her first cameo… this was a Maine vacation to remember.
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