Monday starts slowly. Coffee on the deck. Maybe the beach, maybe just a good book, and nowhere to be.

By Tuesday, you’ve settled into the rhythm of the Outer Cape — bike rides through the dunes and lobster rolls eaten outside.

Wednesday means a Provincetown night. Cocktails, galleries, live music, people-watching on Commercial Street… followed by a peaceful drive back to Truro under the stars.

Thursday is for doing less. A beach chair. An afternoon nap. Watching the light change over the marshes.

Friday feels like summer nostalgia in the best way: grilled dinner outside, salty towels hanging to dry, ice cream after sunset.

And by the weekend, you’re already talking about coming back.