I took a ride home from one of my new work colleagues, Darryl. He lives in Plymouth, right across from the coast, and Plymouth rock. It is a picturesque bay, as are many in Massachussetts. Brit and I later went for a Lobster roll at a cool joint called The Cabby Shack, right on the water.

I have to say, Plymouth rock is dissapointing. A small boulder surrounded by columns and displayed low down in a hole. It isn’t even in the original place. The Mayflower was impressive though, a definite symbol of those sea-faring times of discovery.

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