Inspired by the U.S. Open, of which we watched at least a portion every day we were in Connecticut, all three of us played tennis at some point the day before Dave left. Dave went with a friend from school and Jason and I went with (a different) Dave and his wife Katie. I sometimes forget how much I love tennis.
The night before Dave went home we had Franklin Giant Grinders and Rita’s (again) and watched some more tennis (mostly just Eugenie Bouchard)(Dave has a crush on her).
Oh, and we spotted this piece of graffiti in Hartford. I swear it wasn’t me.
The next morning, we had Dunkin Donuts, then set off for New Haven. Dave was able to find a surprisingly cheap itinerary that flew into DC and out of New Haven, an airport I didn’t know existed until now. We drove down to the coast, which takes approximately no time at all and parked near Yale in New Haven.
Dave had found a restaurant online that claimed to he the original home of the hamburger, but it was closed for lunchtime when we got there. Instead we hit one of the plethora of Thai restaurants in the neighborhood.
The last time we were in New Haven was on our honeymoon and we were really only there to catch the Metro North (oh, and we ended up getting really lost. This was in the days before everyone had a smart phone, children, so I was reading directions from MapQuest). We will have to get back again soon, at least to the Yale part which is lovely.
We drove Dave to the airport about an hour before his flight. I was expecting a small airport along the lines of the Bluegrass Airport. This one was much smaller. There were but two gates and I’m quite sure more people can park at our Safeway.
We said good-bye to Dave, which was very sad. He was a great visitor, a good sport, and a fun travel buddy. Also, he introduced us to all the SNL skits we have missed as pop culture illiterate adults. We loved having him around and hope he comes back soon!
After dropping off Dave, Jason and I headed to Fort Nathan Hale. What is Fort Nathan Hale, you may ask? It’s a twenty-acre park on the coast in New Haven that is home to a revolutionary war barracks and fort.
I think Nathan Hale is Jason’s favorite revolutionary.
It actually turned out to be a cool little park.
When we reached the barracks, Jason hauled out the tripod (I say hauled, but it’s really not a cumbersome piece of equipment) and got some shots of the sound.
Meanwhile I just took photos of myself.
There were also cannons, so that was cool.That night we went to Grandma Funny and Grandpa Bill’s around dinnertime. They had brought out a bunch of old albums, which were so fun to look at. In the proud tradition of oldest grandchildhood, Jason’s early years were very well documented.That face!! That sweater! Jason’s Grandpa Bill took this picture, which I think explains why I look so very tall. We were very sad to say good-bye to Jason’s parents (early) the next morning before our drive home.
We had a great trip, made even more great considering we hit not a whit of traffic on the way back to Virginia. Hallelujah! We’re hoping to get up to Connecticut again soon.