14-7-12

Hi Folks!

Let me finish yesterdays tale... You will recall we were all going out to dinner. Well we met up with Michael's sister - Amy and her son Matt at Mad Mex, not quite Mad Max but definitely somewhere that would not look out of place in the Thunderdome just on the noise alone. It was fantastic, the food was really spicy Mexican, the atmosphere all American. We had fun.

Luckily the desert was just a little late in arriving so Jacob and I solved Liverpool's problems. So brilliant is the solution that I thought I would share it with you. First and Jacob is a brilliant midfielder, he would join the playing staff, but here is the stroke of genius, as a package I would join him at the club as first team coach for free! Simple, no one has thought of this before. Then the master plan is to recruit the entire Spanish team declare independence from the UK and Bob's your uncle, and he was, you have the ability to play in the Premiership as team and the World Cup as a country.  The e-mails between Fenway Park and Anfield will be red hot come Monday morning.

Wonderful evening.

The next morning. We visited the all American diner for a breakfast of eggs and pancakes with lashings of coffee. Replete, we visited the sights of Jenkinstown, the school, the cinema, and the new Town Square and visited the Velvet Sky Bakery where we were treated to quite simply the very best in cup cakes. This really is a lovely part of America.

We made our goodbyes and left our dear hosts in Philadelphia and headed for Washington.

Without a map and a pencil drawing of our location we headed south - picking up the I95 again. The scenery changed again, we were back to lush greenery. With overcast skies and a little rain we were forced to keep the roof on for longer than at any time previously on the journey - which helped the various scorched parts of our bodies.

We plodded along via the very busy interstate passing some cities we didn't know the name of and some we did - because we read the signs, this was good. We followed the signs for a service station such was the long and winding road getting to the halt we were certain we would never find the Interstate again and were resigned to getting to Washington on a mud track. But all was well.

We saw Baltimore...

The pencil map was perfect and with only a small detour around the magical one way system Washinton possesses we arrived at our destination safe and sound.

We are staying at the Dupont Inn it is wonderful. Creaking stairs, rooms of charachter and space plus it's walking distance to all that matters.

All packed into our room we set out to explore in the early evening.

We walked down to the White House, the Pres was busy, up to the Washington Memorial an dthen to the roof bar in the Washinton Hotel, a Philip discovery - quite brilliant looking down on the White House.

We strolled back to our Inn via Luigi's were we had a well deserved Italian of true class served by a Russian lady who had no idea what was on the menu - quite lovely.

And here we are refreshed relaxed and up to date, tomorrow will be another day...