We arrived home this afternoon, after an uneventful day’s travel. It is nice to be back with my family, they are my home.
We spent our time in DC and Annapolis mostly, with the tourist historical experiences everywhere. Highlights for us were sailing on the Magothy arm of Chesapeake Bay with Cleme’s cousin Mike and his wife Roberta on their boat, and later the same day going to Annapolis for race night and a heated match between father and daughter in matching schooners. We were on the daughter’s boat, which took the bragging rights for the week on the Woodwind II. Very cool, I’ll get photos up eventually, I’m a little backlogged, although with my camera in for repairs (remember the subway floor mishap the other day?) I might be able to catch up a little.
We spent a day in Baltimore, as well, at Fort McHenry, and on the waterfront. The former was very moving, the birthplace of the “Star Spangled Banner.” On the waterfront we enjoyed touring the USS Constellation and the Pride of Baltimore, as well as a balcony seat to watch an assault. We were having tapas just above the pier when a fight broke out, complete with the arrival (after several minutes) of the police who sprayed some orange stuff that must have been pepper spray or mace in the eyes of the second aggressor. Our waiter said it happens all too often, and he recently spent time in the hospital recovering from a stabbing that happened at two in the afternoon while he was on his way to work.
Such is the big city; I’d forgotten that last time I was in DC was a trip with Hannah, and I was awakened by gunshot in the middle of the night. It turned out that the victim was not badly hurt, as the bullet his his tush, but it seemed a bit unnerving. And this was between Washington & Dupont Circles, not some burned out scary neighborhood where the convenience store teller and goods are behind bullet proof glass and the trash cans are chained to the walls.
Nonetheless, it was a fabulous trip, filled with museums and monuments, lots of laughter at a “Capital Steps” show, good company, and tired feet.
Cheers!
Eva

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