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Sunday Afternoon

 
For some reason, I haven't been able to get onto blogger all week. I had Sophie switch my browser and amazingly, here I am typing! 

These pictures are from Sunday afternoon, in Norfolk. The event was called Opsail 2012. It was a gathering of tall ships and a craft fair all in one. 


 The kids really liked seeing all the ships. Me? I appreciate their beauty, but I have an irrational fear of the water and my kids being near it. I was nervous and that is putting it mildly. The minute we were off the docks and back on dry land I felt much better.

 Each big kid was assigned to a little kid. Olivia is doing a great job of keeping her brother safe.

 I did let them loose to play with the ship's wheel, since it was in the center of the ship and the possibility of them falling in the water seemed slightly less likely.

 No one is really looking at the camera, except Olivia who is taking a picture of me taking a picture of her.

 Can you see the angst and worry in my crinkled brow?
I am thinking "Just snap the picture and get me on solid ground already!"

 Ahhh! This is more my cup of tea. Learning how to make a rope the old-fashioned way.

 Free souvenirs! What could be better than that?

After a nice chat with the flag maker and another amusing conversation with Blackbeard the Pirate, we stopped for dinner at a mom and pop Italian restaurant. We have only been there a handful of times, but this night they greeted us with hugs and smiles, and when Therese got restless, they took her back to the kitchen so we could finish our dinner. Then we literally drove off into the sunset. It was a good day.
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  1. ElaineJune 20, 2012 at 10:13 AM

    We missed OpSail due to an alternate busy weekend. Thanks for your version. We saw the Tall Ships in 2000 in Newport, RI. I remember the majesty of the ships in the Parade of Sail. We didn't get to board any because the lines were so long...

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