While in Provincetown, we were kidnapped/adopted by Manuel, one of the locals, who made it his civic duty to ensure that we had a good time.
A lot of walking ensued.
In the process of all that walking, though, we saw a side of Provincetown that the tourists don't see - and only part of it was a seedy underbelly.
I really think that we got so much more of an experience out of it this way, and we came home with a new BFF.
We're already talking about heading back out in the fall to hang out with him again.
Thanks for taking us under your wing.
2 comments:
I love that pic of him with the PBR in the cemetary.
He's cute, and you kids are radiant.
I wanna hang with you too, which translates to I'm a jealous old cow. Heh.
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