My husband and I have signed a new deal.
When we are on the road toward our little Maine lake cabin, the chef (my husband cooks more than I do, now) picks the table of his choice for dinner, as long as there is an independent bookstore in town for book lover-me.
Sometimes, I score big when the bookstore happens to be located where a favorite author lives.
On Friday, we drove to Lititz, a charming small Pennylvania town located less than ten miles away from Lancaster. Which is also a real cool city with its art galleries, independent stores, cafés, restaurants and theaters.
Back to Lititz. Lined with shops, the walkable lovely town reminded me of my French childhood. With a distinct American touch.
Only readers can relate to the heart racing feeling when entering a special bookstore. At Aaron’s Books, I knew I would find every book written by local author A.S. King. Since I’ve read everything she wrote I only bought two books, because I wanted signed copies.
Please Ignore Vera Dietz is still my very favorite.
Driving through Pennsylvania is diving through American History. As we were edging our way toward the Fourth of July weekend, I observed many flags and even dogs wearing cute little red white and blue bandanas.
Later, throughout New England, bridges were all decorated with small American flags. I also noticed larger red, white and blue banners that read: United We Stand, Divided We Fail.
I avoid politics on my blog, while I strongly believe that we can’t and shouldn’t ignore politics. Unfortunately, it gets harder to voice opinions now days without meeting harsh definite judgment from people who disagree. We should be able to listen to the reasons why people think this way or that way. There are always reasons, even if we don’t like them and don’t share them. But it seems that we can’t listen anymore. So.
But these banners, elbowing traditional American flags, gave me hope.
As did these people in the small town of Rock Hill, South Carolina, who oohs and aahs when they saw a stunning peacock perched on one the cars parked near The Pump House, a cool and very good restaurant, located in an old mill, right on the Catawba River. The peacock was much more impressive in reality, but it was late and dark.
We all belong to this gorgeous planet, populated with extraordinary-looking animals and emotionally-interesting human creatures.
Tomorrow we are celebrating the American Independence.
Let’s snap pictures of peacocks or whichever beautiful bird or animal we cross paths with.
From my little Maine lake cabin, I wish you a happy safe and peaceful 4th of July.