the end of the summer

Before there was Reggio, and Chiara, and granita, and all those other things that have since defined summer for me, there was Cape Cod. My family has been going there ever since I was three years old, and our annual trek north-eastward marks the end of the summer. Here are some snapshots of just a few things that define my time there:













fried clams!



fruit crumble (pre-crumble)

s'mores

lobstah

homemade grahams

As you can see, it's mostly beach and food. Not much different than my summers in Reggio. Except there definitely wasn't a threat of shark attack in Italy, thus prohibiting me from getting in the water.