The day began early yesterday with a gathering at 8.30 and continued with a very important secret event for the main part of the day.
By lunch time my luggage had still not arrived and I was beginning to panic a little. During lunch I excused myself and made a phone call to the airline company only for them to inform me that they had no record of the luggage and in fact they didn't even fly into Lancaster.!!!!!
Was it a figment of my imagination that I flew in that little plane last night?
OK, so I needed to think rationally and I rang the terminal instead to be told the luggage was indeed there and they were putting it into a cab so it was on the way to the hotel.
My lunch tasted sweeter than ever, but there was still a niggling feeling that my luggage was in the hands of a stranger. My precious quilts.
While waiting I allowed myself a visit to the Central Market opposite the hotel.
Jam, jars of fresh fruit, pickles and yoghurt and smoked small goods with exotic names … just delicious and I succumbed to buying supplies for my breakfasts.
However, I bumped in to Jenny Bowker in the lobby who invited me to go a tour to the Amish countryside with her friends and I jumped at the opportunity.
It had rained intensely all morning and it had finally stopped so the views were misty, and a little ethereal.
We just sighed, The wonderful tent makers from Cairo, were incredulous that there was no electricity in the houses.
Buggies with high stepping horses at the lead dashed at a furious pace equal to the cars on the narrow roads.
I think this is my favorite photo.
The day didn't end there of course. but I have to o to class right now so this post is to be continued. !!
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