On Wednesday morning, I set out walking along the harbor. From the hotel room, I'd spotted a bookstore, and I made a bee-line for it. For the past few years I have been collecting cookbooks from each state that we visit. This bookstore had a nice selection of Maryland cookbooks. I added one to my collection.
Just down the street from the bookstore was an aquarium. I bought a ticket and went in. The place was crawling with schoolchildren. In addition to the fish displays, the aquarium had a theatre that offered a "4-D" movie. 4-D? Not long after the movie started, I found out what the 4th dimension was. When a polar bear climbed out of its den, a blast of cool air blew through the room. When a killer whale nabbed a fish by the back of its neck, a blast of air shot out of the back of the seat and hit me in the back of the head. When the whale splashed in the water, a fine mist sprayed. The kids squealed with delight. I probably squealed a little, myself!
After the aquarium visit, I walked a little farther, looking for lunch. There was an Irish pub close by. I went in and opted for a seat on the restaurant's second floor patio. For lunch, I ordered a tasty crabcake sandwich and a Tulley & Ginger to wash it down.
Later that evening, Joel and I went to a reception at Luckie's Tavern, hosted by the seminar folks. The whole place had been reserved for us for the entire evening. Outside on the patio were rows of picnic tables, and on the end of each table was a big basket of steamed crabs and a pile of wooden hammers. An experienced crab-eater showed us how to crack open the little beasts. They were tasty, but I was not brave enough to try the "mustard."On Thursday, the weather was bad. There were tornado warnings, and it rained off and on all day. I stayed in our nice, dry room and watched the pre-wedding (Kate & Will) specials. By late that afternoon, the clouds had moved out. Joel and I walked along the harbor to a restaurant (Rusty Scrupper), where we had a delicious seafood supper.
The next morning, we packed our suitcases and headed back to DC, taking the train this time. Deb picked us up at a Metro stop, and we went to her house for the weekend. We had such a good time with her and Jack. On Saturday, we visited a garden plant sale, then toured part of the National Arboretum. The azaleas were in full bloom. It was beautiful. Later that evening, we tried yet another Mexican restaurant, a new one that offered Salsa dance lessons. Though my feet were itching to join in the dancing, my arthritic knee was not. Besides, we had heard that there was swing dancing in a pavillion at a place called Glen Echo, and we wanted to check it out before the evening grew too old. There was a live band at Glen Echo, playing swing music. There must have been 200 people cutting a rug on the dance floor. Had we arrived earlier, we probably would have paid our money and joined the dancing, sore knees or no; as it was, we stood on the outside of the pavillion and watched the dancers.
On Sunday, we drove to West Virginia for brunch at the Bavarian Inn. Talk about food...they had just about anything a body could want: omelettes, Eggs Benedict, German sausages with kraut, lamb, roast beef, pork, vegetables and salads and breads of all descriptions.... The desserts were just as plentiful. Man, oh man...it was delicious!
We waddled out of the place, got in the car, and drove back into Maryland to the Antietam battlefield (just a few miles away) to have a look around. Since it was raining and a little chilly, we did not tour the whole place - just watched the film in the vistor center, then drove around a little bit. The countryside was so beautiful. It was hard to imagine that such horrible death and destruction - over 20,000 men died that day - occurred there 150 years ago, a battle that changed the course of the Civil War.
Having been such pigs at lunch-time, we opted for a light, quiet meal and a glass of wine at Deb's & Jack's house that evening. We called it an evening before 10 p.m.
This morning when I awoke and went downstairs, Deb asked if I'd heard the helicopters circling the house during the night. I had not heard them. Evidently, the helicopters had been flying in response to the crowd of students which had assembled near the White House in response to the news that a much-wanted terrorist (I shall not even type his name) had been captured and killed. The students were there to chant "USA!" in support of the feat, pulled off by a group of Navy Seals while most of us had slept. Good job, guys!
Airport security was a little tighter today for our flight home. A security guard swabbed my palms, evidently looking for residue of some sort. I suppose I looked suspicious - a dumpy, middle-aged woman in reading glasses, poring over the pages of a gardening magazine.
It's good to be home.
