We arrived to the Portland Jetport about 6pm. As we walked to the baggage claim area I noticed all the late-middle age and elderly New Englanders. They have pale, tough-looking exteriors but you can see a twinkle in the eye and an occasional smile. They tend to dress better than their cohorts in the rest of the US. With the ladies you can see the usual signs of aging but can tell that probably 20 years ago they were beautiful, not to mention 30 or 40 years ago.
With printed Google maps in hand we left and had an 8 minute ride to the Days Inn in South Portland. If only it were that simple. As expected we got into a category 3 argument because we both were disoriented by the lousy maps and did not know whether to go straight, left, or right at the first stop sign. My instinct was left, which ended up being correct. But I let my wife be wrong about the other two directions first. Eventually it was easy to find.
I didn't know then how easy it would be to move around the Greater Portland area. On our way to the Flatbread Company for dinner we managed to argue some more about which exit to get off, then who to ask for help (or not), and whether the water was this way or that (it was both). A nice pedestrian eventually told us how to get to Commercial Street, and life started getting better.
Flatbread Company is right on the harbor. It serves a number of local and regional beers as well as delicious wood-fired flatbread pizzas. It has a noisy indoor section and a calmer outdoor section. I walked away quite satisfied. After poking around a bit looking for activities the next day, we headed back to South Portland, looking forward to returning the next day, and knowing at least how to find out way back peacefully.
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