At a Bed and Breakfast right on the Chesapeake Bay. When we look out the window we see lots an elaborate sail boats. We drove from our last B and B in the pouting rain. We stopped at Chestertown for lunch. Chestertown is very old and quaint. I do not like to use that word but I cannot think of another way to describe it. Many row houses with porches and shops. There was a college there Washington college. We drove through a large campus. I never heard of it before. We are going to explore the eastern shore of Maryland before we meet Walker for Easter Sunday. I brought a suitcase full of clothes. There is a restaurant right below us.
Before we left Cville I spent two days going to the Festival of the book—-Friday with Louise my neighbor then with Rick. The first woman named Annenberg wrote a book. A thousand words a day. Maybe it was a hundred , I forget. Saturday Rick and I went and heard three black people talk about their books and about being black in America.
Sunday I. Went to church and signed up to continue Joe reading at church.
Our room here is decorated in a colonial Williamsburg style with a poster bed and wing back chairs and valance curtains and simple desk. At the last abode we could not connect to the internet. I am going to inclusde a picture of Joh Smith because our room was named after him.
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