Our voyage continued with a trip west to Northampton to visit Abuela Sarah, Tio Fidel, Tia Karen and Sylvia's prima Amanita. Upon arriving we were quick to continue our whirlwind tour of "Playgrounds of the Northeast." By an incredible coincidence the cousin both owned very similar purple bathing frocks. (Some say coincidence, I say DESTINY).
However, a their uniform did differ by a single barrette, a condition Sylvia was quick to attempt a remedy.
After playing in the water our merry band hit the play structure. It was quickly apparent that we had entered a new realm of play experience. Hatches, windows and ramps abound.
And swings have safety bars to prevent the pinching of fingers.
One of Northampton's little treasures is a walking path built upon a former railroad embankment.
This path has the added benefit of passing near Sarah's home.
We stopped by for a romp in the backyard.
(And some homemade chocolates).Now it is a bit difficult to explain how much time we actually did spend in playgrounds but suffice it so say here's a few more pics from a different one.
All that play makes small ones grubby. A bath was clearly in order.
And a snack.
And some abuela lap time.
Our visit to Northampton concluded with the arrival of Torcasa from Ecuador and Gary and Susana (Sarah brother and his wife) from Vermont. A group picture and a hug from her aunt prepared Sylvia for the next voyage: Cape Cod.
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