We made it to Maine yesterday evening, and the day before that we made it to vermont. I wasn’t sure if we were going to make it to Vermont. I wasn’t sure if we were going to make it to Vermont in the time we did because Tim said, “We’re going to be 2 and half hours from vermont, andI might want to drive all the way. You’ll have to convince me not to go all the way.” He did get to that point where he wanted to go all the way, and nothing I said to stop him worked. We drove all the way and I helped out 2 hours of it. Going up to his house was very scary, and reminded me of those horror movies like, “The Fog” because of how foggy the road was and the creepyness of the trees. I’m glad Tim drove up to his house because we wouldn’t have made it if I was driving. I got a tour of the house, and it was quirky and interesting at the same time. With all those stairs I had to climb, I thought of the scene/painting of the roomwith stairs going in every direction. We overslept and rushed our of the house to get to Maine I tired to get some sleep on the road, but it was no use. I was also extremely nervous to meet everyone in Tim’s family. Here I was a stranger that was going to stay with them for 6 days. I met them, and each of them were very welcoming. Tim’s family is more organized and knw which roles their meant to play compared to mine. By now someone would start an arguement, loud music playing, and all my younger cousins would be following me around to entertain them. We went on the boat, and I even got to navagate/drive it. All was fine except when the water got choppy and it felt like a sea food roller coaster.
