A line from the song Sydney from a 747 by Australian Paul Kelly. Humming the final line as I flew across America on Friday: ‘Me I’ve never seen Dallas from a DC9’.
In the morning we strolled the streets of Annapolis and I oohed and aahed at the stunning buildings and cottages and street paving in this city dating back to the mid 1600’s. For an Australian immigrant that’s an eye bugging date.
After a hearty breakfast that involved a jalapeño waffle and lots of coffee, we set sail for more Easterly treats and crossed the Bay, heading to Chestertown.
We parked and wandered the streets for ages and my trusty guides pointed out significant architectural features (more oohing etc) and a whole new range of foreign plants waved at me from the parks and gardens.