The Pleasure of [Being] Company

My flight to America was somewhat uncomfortable owing to a foot injury that I sustained en route to the airport. (Acute embarrassment precludes me from divulging the precise circumstances of my accident - suffice to say that if an escalator is going UP, one should not try to go DOWN.) I spent much of the flight nursing an ice pack. This seemed to have the desired effect as I arrived in Annapolis with minimal bruising and sufficiently mobile to join the activities that my exceedingly gracious and hospitable hosts have lined up for me.

The first day involved motoring in a replica mini skipjack owned by the Maritime Museum of Annapolis to the dock in the historic downtown. We undertook of an orientation of the very human scale city and state buildings before returning to a folk concert of "waterman" songs and crewing the boat back to its berth. An authentic Chesapeake Bay experience. Today we are off to visit quilt stores so I am being thoroughly spoilt.