The Wonderful World of Manchester

Vermont is exactly what you would call "idyllic." Manchester, in particular, is just as quaint and charming as you could possibly imagine (due, I suspect, to ridiculous zoning laws). The entire town looks a lot like this:



Adorable, isn't it? There's so much green and cute little cottages and shops and sheepdog trials and anything you could imagine that is adorable. I've decided, though, that there are a different set of rules in Vermont than elsewhere.

1. You must mow your lawn (on a riding mower, no matter how large or small your lawn is) at LEAST three times a week.
2. Fifty percent of the citizens must drive Subarus.
3. You may not wear jeans with holes in them.
4. You may not use any swear words, or any obscene hand gestures.
5. You may not have sex.
6. All shops must be closed by 8pm (or earlier, if possible).

I'm not entirely sure about #5 (haven't done a lot of research), but they have all these cute little Bed and Breakfasts, and every house here looks like it could be on a postcard, and I think the entire state would lose its innocent charm if people were doing The Nasty inside their adorable little country cottages.

Anyway, it's great here, if a little humid (and this room a little musty-smelling). We're two weeks down, four to go, and I am definitely missing home, and that special someone who I get to marry in a few months. I know, call the wah-mbulance.