For the first week of Spring Break 2016, I had the opportunity to fly to Boston and drive up to Maine. To my surprised, it charmed me much more than I had expected. It was quaint, large enough to have a personality, but small enough to feel like a town instead of a metropolitan.
The first place we stayed at was a little farm north-east of Maine. It was home-y, and the farmers had a little dog who wasn't named yet. He was less than a month old and his paws were way too big for him. Absolutely precious.
We stopped in Boston too, and I got to see one of the Meccas of baseball, Fenway Park. Lots more lobster was eaten, a stop at the gorgeous Portland Lighthouse, and a break to get donuts at the Holy Donut.
This was the best donut I've ever eaten in my life. I kid you not, it was by far the best I've ever had. It was fresh out of the frier, was cooked with potato mash instead of the usual starch, and was dark chocolate seasalt flavored. Absolutely heavenly.
Overall, I was pleasantly surprised with how much I loved the "other" Portland. I knew very, very little about it going in, but was blown away by the amazing aesthetic, its fantastic food culture, its humble aura, and its lobster. How could anyone not? I wouldn't be surprised if I came here again, or even moved here later in life. It's that addicting. I want to go back already.