Sunday — Shortly after rolling into Bar Harbor we headed out for dinner. We were in Maine, so I figured I couldn’t go wrong with a lobster, right? The problem was, I had no idea how to eat one.

I’ve only ever had a whole lobster one other time, but I was drunk in Las Vegas with the Mizzi and Jeff, so I don’t really remember it. All I knew was that I had a two-pound crustacean sitting staring up at me from my plate, and all I had to battle it with was a little fork and something that looked like a nutcracker.

Fortunately for me, Kristin — who doesn’t eat seafood — knew all the ins and outs of tearing these little guys apart. So I donned my lobster bib and cracked, pried and splashed my way through a delicious meal.

The whole trip we’ve been saying “We can’t live here because…” Bar Harbor is no different. We can’t ever live here because the wife doesn’t eat seafood, I can’t manage to eat it without help, and we don’t have enough cash inherited from our parents to support ourselves.

Seriously, this is a tourist town but it’s a tourist town for the well-off. The obnoxious dude sitting next to us — wearing a Northface fleece, shorts and loafers, of course — ordered two lobsters and spent the meal talking about how the exchange rate for Euro is favorable right now, so the time is right for a long European vacation. Maybe we could save on airfare if he took us over there on his yacht. Jackass.

Sunday — One of the best days of the trip so far. We spent the day in Acadia National Park. We drove up to the top of Cadillac Mountain, saw the natural springs bursting from its sides, visited Jordan Pond, Thunder Hole, Sand Beach and the Acadia Gardens. It was all amazingly beautiful, although I don’t even want to imagine how freaking cold it must get up there during the winter.

As I said, we visited the sand beach — which believe it or not is a rarity up in Maine. Kristin was prancing in the water with her shoes off. It looked fun, so I decided to join her. Holy crap was it cold! I mean, I guess I should have figured the waters of the north Atlantic would be cold in September, but Jesus H. Christ, I thought I was going to get frostbite on my feet. Ok, seriously, the water wasn’t cold at all. Joe is just a wuss. He squealed like a little girl when the “cold” water hit his legs. I’ve married an indoor boy. Whatever though, when we go to the beach in Michigan I spend so much time making sure I don’t step on some discarded hypodermic needle and trying not to get wet so I don’t get e.coli that I don’t really enjoy it. At least this beach was clean and pretty.

I think my favorite part was Bubble Pond. It was seriously just like some peaceful retreat you would see in an ad for the “Sounds of Nature” tapes that are supposed to help you sleep. We took pictures, but they don’t come close to doing it justice.

From the park we spent time hitting all the touristy shops downtown. She bought a Bar Harbor zippie and some souvenirs for the dog. Seriously, this pet boutique had papillion hand towels and Christmas ornaments. I’m actually pretty ashamed to admit how much money we spent on ridiculous dog stuff. But most of the stuff we bought was actually gifts for our parents, so it’s not that bad. Fortunately we got out of there without buying the dog any clothing. But we should have! At least I was allowed to get Ginny a lobster bandana! She looks adorable when she wears it!

As always, all photos from the honeymoon can be found at flickr.com/josephleenovak