“I love the color pink. It makes a bold statement.” Samuel Larsen

A perfectly fluffy, light pink dyed Bichon Frise crossed our path as we were exploring the town’s main drag, Commercial St. And what a statement he/she made. It screamed, “Look at me!” However, its owner walked briskly along, plugged into his headphones and oblivious to all looky-loos and the oohs ‘n ahhs from passers-by.

Waking each morning I could hear the birds singing outside, and noticed that my ear tinnitus had returned. There was so much noise in NYC that the ringing in my ears couldn’t compete so it retreated and gave me a momentary break from it.

P’town weather has turned glorious in anticipation of the upcoming holiday weekend. Everywhere you walk flowers are blooming. After hitting town and enjoying the sights I became thirsty and found a taste of home – a Tamarind Jarritos soda to quench my thirst – all for the “bargain price” of approximately 75 pesos……..Ay yi yi 😱!!

New England White Clam Chowder #2 version: clams to potato ratio was off the chart, but still not as creamy as I like my chowder. It also was way under seasoned, as was my Seafood Cioppino. I heard somewhere that New Englanders like their food bland, and this has been constant with my meals. David ordered the best dish of the evening – a 1 1/2 pound lobster, which he cracked and dipped in drawn butter with gusto – leaving a pile of broken shells on his plate.

David decided to climb the town’s tower. I chose to follow just in case he needed rescuing. The Pilgrim Monument is the tallest all-granite structure in the United States. Built between 1907 and 1910, it commemorates the first landfall of the Pilgrims aboard the Mayflower in 1620. The Pilgrims spent five weeks exploring Cape Cod before they sailed on to Plymouth and landing on the Rock. The tower stands at 252 ft. 7 1⁄2 inches (77 m); rises 350 ft. (107 m) above sea level.

We also visited the interesting Provincetown Museum in its base with artifacts relating to the history of the area, including a very large scale of the Mayflower.

Exhausted, we returned to our B&B, but not before stopping for a Pasteis de Nata, a Portuguese pastry delicacy. For those of you who read my Portugal Journals, you’ll recall that David was on a quest to eat his way through Portugal’s national sweet treat wherever we traveled. Due to the fact that this was a whaling and cod (bacalao) fishing town, a large number of Portuguese settled here.

David went on a search for the former home of the Pulitzer Prize-winning poet, Mary Oliver, a resident for 50 years. I stayed behind relaxing after our sauna and started repacking all our new goodies bought (including a hammock hecho en México!).

Our final dinner in P’town … we left the touristy main street for a local place. We hit the jackpot of flavors … Chowder #3: the best seasoned and good ratio of clams to potatoes, but still looking for that thicker creaminess I crave. The local oysters (Happy Hour = $1 each!) tasted like the sea, the special halibut ceviche with Leche de Tigre, was “omg..where have you been all my life?!” … the Lobster Roll, prepared with melted butter, melted in your mouth and David’s “Baked Hand Grenades” from the sushi bar ~ pure Unami flavor.