I've spent the last three days in the company of two gals that I went to college with. The time has gone quickly... the days filled with shopping, eating and cocktails. We have gone down memory lane more than once, remarking on how surprising it is to find ourselves at the age we are. The bottom line is we just can't believe we are getting ready to hit the half-century mark. When we're together we feel like we're still the same nineteen year-olds we were when we first met.
Today we meandered along Cape Cod. The twenty-mile trip from Orleans to Provincetown took six hours. There was a stop at a bead store in Eastham, lunch in Wellfleet, spice shopping in Truro, and general poking around-shopping in P-town. One of our first stops was at the visitor's center of the Cape Cod National Sea Shore Park. It was there that we met up with another group of gals traveling together. They were about fifteen years older than us, but like us just the same. They had made their way to Cape Cod by way of Oregon and California. Their friendship started back in grammar school. We chatted a bit and took group shots for one another. As we parted ways we agreed that friendships among women were important. One of the California gals remarked, "we get each other through the hard times, there's nothing better than good friends."
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