A day at Saratoga Race Track. August 11, 2018

‘Every three years the Baker Street Irregulars, the premier Sherlock Holmes Society in the US has a weekend meeting centered around the flat track at Saratoga. The event starts Friday night with several attendees pregaming with dinner and libations. They stay at the Desmond in Albany. Since our house in Lake George is only thirty minutes from the track we pregame at our house and meet the rest at the track on Saturday afternoon. On Sunday morning there are speakers that discuss two of the stories in the CANON (all the Sherlock Holmes Stories). Since we don’t sleep over with the rest of the group (in separate rooms of course!), we don’t attend the breakfast. You are spared a recounting of Sunday mornings adventures at the meeting. I can hear a collective sigh of relief!

I am not that into Sherlock Holmes, preferring as you all know, Romance stories and Erotica. But, as a dutiful spouse, I tag along to the meetings in Poughkeepsie presented by our local Scion-The Hudson Valley Sciontologists. Not to be confused with scientists, or Sinologists or Scientologists!

Going to the track in Saratoga is always a fun day, and I get to wear a hat! So far I have worn my fancy hat about four times. That brings it down to almost $50 a wearing. Hopefully the hat will soon pay me to be worn!

There is a fancy hat shop in Saratoga, the hats there are about $800 each. Needless to say, I covet them. However as we don’t own a horse, I am not getting that fancy a hat. Although it is cheaper than a Hermès Birkin handbag!

Well, enough background, let’s go to the Races! Saratoga is only open about six weeks a year. It was opened in 1863. The big race of the year is the Travers race. Which often has some of the horses that entered the Derby, Preakness and Belmont. Many years ago Steve and I were there to witness the battle between Affirmed and Alydar in 1978. I can’t remember anything about that day except it was very crowded!

I have done a little research for you to help me try to remember why that day was so special. The horses had raced against each other nine times before. Affirmed had won the Triple Crown, Alydar had won only two of the other nine races. Many of the races were quite close, with Affirmed beating Alydar by a nose in one race! So the stakes were quite high! It was going to be quite the spectacle, over 50,000 fans were there to watch the race. Affirmed was disqualified during the race, and Alydar was declared the winner of their last final race. Many of the fans were booing and quite upset.

Here is a link to the horse race. Affirmed and Alydar Here we see Steve checking the Program guide with Charlie. No, the man with the glasses is not checking me out, there was a television monitor displaying the odds and horses. We were in the Pavilion. We had a buffet, and the room was air conditioned. Always nice on a hot day. However you really don’t have the same feeling as you do sitting out in the Club House or Grandstand.

Here I am in my nice red hat and basic black. The official Baker Street Irregular colors were black and red. I do aim to please! I bought the top with Sally when we last visited my Mother. I thought the top looked a bit silly on the rack, but it looked great on a real body!

There are always interesting characters at the track. I loved the guy on the left with his blue and white jacket with stars and bright red pants! Then there was the suave guy with the plaid jacket and shirt open down to there! This is my collection from the dessert buffet. I tried everything , even though they were not very tasty. At one point we did go outside to watch a race. The white tent in the back is where the Pavilion is located. That sexy brown and white shoulder is Joan. One of the other ladies in our group wore a red hat also. I am biased and like mine a bit better!The number four horse was called “Grandma Gertie”. Joan wanted money bet on her as she had a Grandma named Gertie. Did she win? Who knows? Perhaps Joan will answer in a comment!

This gentleman and his lovely wife came all the way from Ohio to attend the race and the conference. I of course asked him if he was bald, as so many gentleman wear hats now when they are bald. He surprised me with his beautiful head of hair! Here is closeup of her hat! It was really a cream color. After realizing that he had made ten cents for the day, Steve agreed to call it an early day and we should go for an early dinner and walk to the restaurant. I am not sure how Steve and Charlie did, but another couple from our group was quite successful. I am not sure how well Lee did, but he did win $39 one race! So we said goodbye to the track and were off to Siro’s. sirosny.com

Here are Joan and Charlie, along with Steve checking out the restaurant. No Joan is not checking out the man’s butt, her head is much more elevated. Plus she has seen much better butts.

There is also an outside bar at Siro’s that is quite popular. We ate in the restaurant, which held a much more night class crowd.

All during dinner I was scanning the room. I was looking for famous people, but none showed up while we were there. At one point I joked that I was going to grab the reservation book to look up who was going to be there! Last time we were there I saw Curtis Sliwa and Arthur Aidala.

Steve and Charlie had the salad with nuts and raspberries.

Nancy and Lee elected to share the 2 pound lobster. At $30 per pound, the waiter was trying to upsell them to a larger lobster. Lee and Nancy thought the starter lobster would be sufficient. It was. They did offer a four pounder at $120!

Here is the lobster deshelled. There was a lot of meat. I had the halibut with creamed corn. It was very good.

Joan had the mahi mahi. The sauces were really good. Steve had the swordfish that was a wee bit over cooked. He said the risotto was really good, although a trifle heavy. Charlie had the duck. It was cooked in the sous vide method, so he wasn’t crazy about it.

No room for the dessert. I am sure it was yummy. Do you think the ricotta fritters and the cherry clafouti were free?

Dinner was over and Steve and I headed back north to our place in Lake George. Charlie and Joan headed back to Albany for the presentations in the morning. Lee and Nancy headed home. We were happy that we asked for our reservations to be moved up to 5:30 from 6:30 as people down the hill from us were going to put on a fireworks show. Here are the last 2 and a half minutes of the show.

Do you like Sherlock Holmes?

Do you prefer the flat track, or harness racing?

Would you rather bet and win or not bet at all since you hate losing?

Do you like fireworks?

Thursday March 8, 2018 Off to Buenos Aries, Argentina

I left you yesterday with a trip to Buenos Aries from the airport in Bariloche.

It was quite confusing for us, as the gate was constantly changing. Not only that, but I had lots of people watching going on. From gentleman with serious mustaches, to the man in the denim joggings, there was lots to observe. And, considering that I could probably enjoy watching paint dry, that is not saying much.

We flew Business Class again. This was something that our travel agent advised us might not work out okay. Aerolineas Argentinas is notorious for changing planes and also cancelling flights. Then we would have the problem of possibly not getting a seat in business on the next flight arranged. We were lucky and all flights on our trip worked out smoothly. One again we had the Business class lunch, a ham and cheese sandwich and a very dry Dulce de leche cookie plus some peanuts. We washed it down with warm Coca Cola. Soon we were back to Buenos Aries and the domestic airport. We were picked up by our driver and taken to the hotel we stayed at when we first arrived in Buenos Aries, the Hub Porteno. It is in the Recoleta district, a very upscale part of town. Would you like to see our room? Of course you would! It was the same size room as the room the last time, the linens were a bit different. I was smart this time, and did not leave my sunglasses on the floor when I was unpacking them, and then thinking that I lost them in the car.

Steve and I were going to have a free day on Friday before our evening flight home. I got help from the front desk in making reservations to tour the Opera House. This is where Marcus and his wife had an arranged first date. I told him that it was just like in one of my romance novels! Then we were going to go see the Synagogue.

But first we had dinner reservation at RojoTango.com. I need to get ready for my evening with my handsome husband. Here I am all dolled up, ready for a night on the town, but hoping to be back in the room before midnight. I think the dress showed just the right amount of cleavage and the right amount of leg. I was studying a lot of instagram pictures and was trying to get my arm on hip and feet pointing forward to achieve maximum slimness. Plus, I was trying to keep my eyes open, as usually I am laughing too much, and my eyes squint up. And you thought my beauty was effortless. Ha Ha! This gives you just a hint of the evening ahead of us! Red lights, and madness! Just kidding, it was a just a dinner show! This was a still shot from the website. There are a lot of pointed toes in the tango. Our seats were way up close, the dancers were practically on my toes! Here we are, Steve looks sharp, i look a little shell shocked1. We started off with a glass of champagne, and then a different glass of wine with each course, of course! This was our first course. Shrimp and potato salad with pickled cucumber. A very interesting and tasty choice. Steve had the salmon and goat cheese. I had the beef tenderloin. Steve had the bittersweet chocolate marquise.

Of course I had the cream of passion fruit mousse with almond crumble.

During one of the intermissions I went to the ladies room. Care to take a peak? It was hard to find! These were the doors. I needed help to figure out how to open them! Once inside there was lots of marble and metal! Here I am! This was the door of the stall. Marble, mirrors and silver. I think I won’t copy this style for the new bathroom in our house in Lake George! The room was very red, and dimly lit. What did you expect? The tango show was in a hotel. The hotel boutique had lots of outfits, you might want to buy in case you had your luggage stolen, or just didn’t have the right outfit to wear. We just had friends with us this past weekend in Lake George. It also just happened to be Americade, a big motorcycle rally. I think that my friend M would have looked smashing in one of these jackets!

Yesterday I forgot to ask questions. Today I won’t.

Do you ride a motorcycle?

Have you ever been to a tango show? I know LA, one of my followers has. In fact her hubby MA, even took picture of Carlos, one of the performers. We were expressly told not to take pictures, although some of the other guests at the show did. I BEHAVED!

Do you hate your cookies dry as dust?

Here is one of the performers in the show. Carlos Copello. https://youtu.be/YqIjM8ZkJNc

He was phenomenal, a little bit too old for me, but man did he have moves! I think the Tango is the sexiest dance that there is, how about you?

Wednesday March 7, 2018 Last full day at Arroyo Verde, Argentina

We are now getting near the end of our fantastic visit to Argentina. Steve has been able to extend his streak, having caught fish in February and March. After I complete my blog posts, I will add Steve’s trip report, detailing his thoughts and fish numbers. Be prepared to be numbed. ha ha.

I actually had something different, two eggs scrambled with bacon! I don’t have a picture of Steve’s breakfast, he either had scrambled eggs also or an omelette. Here we see the trucks all lined up ready to drive the fishermen far and wide. Steve did a little bit of stretching of his back, and then he was ready to go with his guide Fernando. You can tell how cool it is outside as Steve is still wearing his Pattagucci Nano Puff.

I took a walk while Steve was fishing. I took the fork in the road that headed to the cabana. I wasn’t someplace I was really going to walk to as it is a five minute drive away. I won’t walk that far on a stroll. If I did, this is where I would have ended up.This is a view of the Cabana overlooking Traful Lake. We could have stayed there, but it was a little bit too isolated for my taste. Meals would be taken in the main Estancia and we would have been shuttled back and forth. As it is, I am usually left by myself all day and this just would have been too much isolation for me. I prefer to be able to be where all the action is. So instead I had a lovely walk along the dirt road.
If I rode, the top of that hill would have been an excellent trip! I am sure that the views were amazing! Here is a lovely panoramic of the valley. It was so beautiful and tranquil! Soon it was time to have lunch. We started with prosciutto with melon. Always a favorite of mine!Every meal had the main course served buffet style. I think the Senora though I was a bit crazy with all my pictures! Wiener schnitzel, red cabbage and French fries. Katrina, the manager hated the job of menu selection. I can see getting sick of that part of the job. A lovely salad on the side, and I got my healthy requirements under my belt for the day!We had a fruit salad for dessert. I know you are thinking where is the cake and cookies? Not at today’s lunch!

I took another walk later after Steve had gone fishing. This is a closer view of the statue by the pond. It is by Henri Bouchard. He was a French sculptor, born in 1875 and died in 1960. The owners of the Estancia had four girls, I am sure that the statue had such special meanings to the family.This is a view of the Estancia from the pond that I had wandered to. The patio on the right is where I met Mr. and Mrs. Smith for the first time. We had a good laugh when I told them about my suppositions about their being famous! The middle area is the sun room. I sat here often on the white couches typing my blog up, waiting for the wifi to load all my pictures. On the left under the big tree is where we sat for the Asado. Behind the two white chairs is the dining room where we had our meals. Sprinklers were always going to water the lawns. I walked down to the stream again. You can see here how wide the stream bank gets during the spring. It was very late summer, the stream was warm and quite low. You can see all the brush that got carried along the stream, hurled in one place, and stopped by the rocks. Here is a better closeup. This is as far as I got before I turned around. My walks weren’t long, only about 20 minutes. I had lots of blogging to do! You can play this at night when you can’t sleep. On the way back to the Estancia there is this little grove, with a shrine to The Blessed Virgin Mary. I am not sure if I showed you what the set up for tea was like. Every afternoon there was hot water, tea bags and usually something sweet to eat. As if i needed to eat some more!It was our last dinner, and we had two tables set up for dinner. That is Mr. Smith standing by the door. Here we have the view looking toward the fireplace. Every night we had a different napkin arrangement. I sat at the seat at the upper left. Mr. Smith sat to my right. He was busy talking to Steve who sat across from him. English sat to my left, but he was busy talking Spanish to Marina Larivière one of the four daughters of the original owners. I was a little bit grumpy that last night. This was the salad that we started with. Looks like dinner was out of focus chicken and rice. Always a favorite! Marina and Katrina must have noticed that I was grumpy and gave me the button to clear the table and bring out the dessert. Remember how I told you how hard it is to be the host or hostess? You have to constantly sweep you eye over the table, and keep note of who is talking and who is not. You need to gently move the conversation along if you determine that there is a table hog monopolizing the conversation. This needs to be done in a subtle manner, you don’t want to insult the guest so that they don’t come back. This was our last dessert. It looks chocolatey and creamy!

The wife and daughter of one of the Argentinians did come in the afternoon. I was hoping to be BFF (Best Friends Forever) with her, but she was extremely shy. I think I would have needed more than one night to be best buds with her. Oh, well!

Do you drive a truck?

Do you own any pieces of sculpture?

Do you like to push buttons?

Tuesday March 6, 2018 Arroyo Verde, Argentina

As I have caught up on all my more recent adventures it is time that I finish up on our trip to Argentina. As you recall Steve and I traveled to Argentina in February and March. His goal continues to be to catch a fish each month until he drops dead or can’t jerk anymore fish lips; whichever comes first. Steve is off fishing every day and I am reading and blogging. You need to recall that due to my being on blood thinners due to a clot in February 2017 I didn’t do any horseback riding at Arroyo Verde as the nearest hospital is over two hours away. If I were to fall and hurt myself, well it might be “Goodbye-Linda” and my loyal fans would not like that. Or at least I hope they would not like that! For the superstitious I have just knocked wood and spat three times. I started my day with my normal breakfast of scrambled eggs with two slices of bacon. Steve opted with his usual mushroom omelette.

We said good bye at breakfast to my friends from South in the United States. They were a lot of fun, and the guys caught some great fish. The Crazy Male Argentinians contingent was still going to be here for a few days, and a wife and daughter would be coming Wednesday. I was looking forward to meeting them.

I was also excited as new guests were arriving late in the day. A Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Hmm. Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Now even I can recognize a fake name. Who might our new guests be? Hollywood royalty like Brad Pitt and a girlfriend? You will have to wait until dinner time for the answer to that question!

There was a lot of talk at meal time about a beautiful fishing spot near Kilometer 9. The road from the gate to the estancia was ten kilometers, so this marker was only about a kilo from where we were staying.

Here is my guide, of course I have forgotten his name. He is from France, and had a delicious accent. You can see here how big the rocks were that we had to scramble over. In the spring time the water levels really rise, you can see some of the sticks and brush that have accumulated up the banks of the river.It was very interesting to see the erosion of the rocks due to water over thousands of years.

Ready for a little Zen? This is what Steve sees and hears when he is out fishing. I don’t see any fish do you? The water was quite warm, a little too warm for the fish to be happy. Many of them were in the lake as it was late summer, equivalent to just before Labor Day. We were told that the time to come for the big fish was April. Next time!

We had spied Dennis, one of the other guests, and his guide on the way to look at the stream. They had started to pack up and look for another spot to fish at, as the fish were not biting here. Dennis loved looking the part of an Argentine angler with his cap. The cap has a special name, I don’t think it is just called a beret! This is a close up of the fly box the guide had. And Steve will tell us what the flies are when he edits this post for me. Jump in here Steve! editors note: clockwise from upper left : Zonker, Foam Beetle, Fat Albert, Prince nymph, Parachute Adams, Argentine mystery fly.I had enough traipsing over the rocks by now, and I suggested we head back to the Estancia. Soon it was time to have lunch and look at another pretty place setting. Looks like ham rolled around some kind of spread, with fresh tomatoes. Katrina had to go into town to get her Toyota truck an oil change and service. I was granted the honor to push the button to notify the wait staff that we were ready for the next course! You can only imagine how thrilled I was to push the button. I am being serious here. Those that know me, know that I am thrilled by the simplest things in life. I may like to go to exotic places and meet interesting people, but give me a chance to be the hostess and push a button -Whoa!

I think in my next life I am going to come back as a hostess of a lodge. I love meeting people and entertaining. Unfortunately it’s not all fun and games. You rarely have time off, and sometimes there are difficult guests that need to be entertained or subtlety told to shut up. And sometimes their checks bounce.Here is a picture of our lunch. I can identify the salad, carrots, a grilled onion, and what appears to be a piece of mystery meat.

As a reminder, at Arroyo Verde we had breakfast at about 8:30, and then the anglers would go out for the first fishing session. They would return and then we would have a full lunch at 2:30, followed by a siesta. Around 5:00 the anglers would go out again, and then return at 9 or so. Each evening we had a full dinner at candlelight, with fine china and linens. Those guests who did not fish could hike, ride, read or nap. I did a lot of blogging and reading, with some walking. This was a great place to sit and blog and read. After Steve went fishing in the late afternoon the dogs joined me on a walk. They were very protective of me.We went over a stream and guess what happened? Yes, The Labrador’s ditched me to go for a swim! Soon it was time for me to return to our suite. This is where all the trucks are parked when the guides are back from fishing. No one is back but me! Soon it was evening and time for some canapés. These little hot dogs were difficult to skewer! These guys were much easier to pick up and eat!Soon it was time to sit down for another elegant meal. By this time Katrina had returned and I lost my spot taking care of the buzzer! Here is a closeup of the first plate, it shows flies used to catch the fish here.

This is the dinner plate. They were all hand painted and were from 1953!

Dinner is served! Looks like we had potatoes, salad, tomatoes and salmon. We needed a scrumptious dessert, and here it is! Cheesecake with strawberries!

Now to tell you about Mr. and Mrs. Smith. I was waiting all day to find out if they were someone truly worthy of their own LindaExcellentAdventure post. Well, they ended up with a paragraph. Our mystery guests arrived after I returned from my afternoon walk.

Mr. And Mrs. Smith, were actually the Smiths. They were not famous, just regular people. He had recently retired form the government and they had homes in South Carolina and in Washington State where their adult daughter lived. Mrs. Smith was an executive recruiter. Of course I googled her, and she had about ten jobs in the last seven years. I think people found her difficult to work with. The Smith’s did not like Donald Trump, and alternated between making the sign of the cross, shaking their heads and spitting if the President’s name was mentioned. Not really, they just pouted.

Their financial advisor told them they didn’t have to work anymore and could retire and travel. Sounds like they had listened to Dean Witter years ago! He was an angler, she was not. She was going to go out with a bird guide the next day. Steve thought they were nice, I did not like them at all. She was a bit snooty for me.

They loved South America and were looking forward to renting an apartment in Buenos Aires next spring for six weeks. They felt that you needed that long to truly see the city. That sounded like a lot of walking and museum touring for me. Not exactly my cup of tea. I prefer a little of this and a lot of people watching. The Smith’s were planning on inviting their friends to stay with them in Argentina for a week or two next year.

At this point I started laughing to myself. Remember my post about Tipiliuke and the house by the river? I was entranced by that house along the Chimehuin that was for sale. I was also envisioning buying it and inviting our friends down to stay for a week next year. Then I came to my senses, as Steve and I have problems getting our friends to visit us in Lake George. How in the world are we going to get them to take a 10 hour plus flight from NYC to BA, plus another flight to Tipiluike? No way that was going to happen. Well, I wish Mr. and Mrs. Smith good luck on their adventure next year. Perhaps, they may have friends visit them after all.

Do you like cheesecake?

Are you retired?

Are you snooty?

April 21, 2018 Goodbye Philadelphia Hello Antietam

Our son lives in Charlottesville Virginia, so we don’t get a chance to visit him often as it is a seven hour drive to see him. Not that we don’t like to travel, but it’s a long trip for a short visit. As he is 28, he has to work for a living. Who wants to take off vacation time to visit the ‘rents? That’s short for parents.

So, whenever we go to the Sherlock Holmes Dinner in Philadelphia we either try to drive on to Charlottesville or meet Elliott and his girlfriend, Kanna half way. Kanna is such a lovely name, her sister couldn’t say her given name Katherine Ann so she called her Kanna. It stuck.

Here is Steve perusing the buffet at the Union League at Philadelphia. There were lots of chafing dishes. No omelette station. That would have been nice to have had a made to order breakfast. Alas, you take what you gets. These are some of the pastry selections. Can you guess that J and C had the bagels with fixing? You would be right. Did I have scrambled eggs, bacon and grits? Yes I did! Steve skipped the grits.

We left J and C to go on their adventures and we proceeded south to Maryland. We were going to meet Elliott and Kanna in Hagerstown Maryland, and then explore Antietam Battlefield. Elliott and Kanna have started to explore Civil War Battle sites. They had gone to Gettysburg a few weeks before. As they live in Charlottesville, there are tons of battlefields to visit.

I am a real credit card junkie, and try to master the points game. I really failed it big time with this excellent adventure. As a Hilton Credit Card user I am entitled to one weekend stay per year. I thought, this would be a great time to use my certificate. I called up and made a reservation for the Homewood Suites in Hagerstown and asked if I could use my free certificate for a 2 bedroom suite. That way we could all stay in one suite, we wouldn’t have to hang out downstairs in the lobby, or in one of our rooms. Now, I kind of thought this might not fly as the rules and regulations stated that only a regular room could be used for the certificate. I played dumb on the phone and asked if I could use the certificate for this reservation. “Yes of course!”, the reservation agent from India said. “We just need to know your points number.”

“I don’t want to use my points”. I had looked on line and the two bedroom suite was going for 88,000 points, a ridiculous number. If I booked two rooms, it would be 30,000 points for each room. If I used my certificate it would be only 30,000 for the extra room. So I thought I was getting a great deal. HMMM.

This was the day of the Barbara Bush funeral. On our way to Hagerstown from Philadelphia we listened to it on the car radio. I asked the gang if we could delay lunch until after it was over. Thankfully all agreed to postpone lunch.

I looked on Yelp for a great restaurant near the hotel. Rik’s Cafe was the winner, it was in a strip mall, and didn’t look that appealing from the outside. We entered and it looked very popular, lots of locals and families. This was Steve’s lunch. It looks like a chicken sandwich with lots of glop on it, along with a side order of fries. I think the fries could use a touch more salt, don’t you? I thought that I had a crab cake with salad and fries. However, this does not look like a crab cake to me! All I can remember is that the fries were hot. No time for dessert we had places to go!

We found Antietam National Battlefield without any problems. It was a free National Park day, so the park was going to be a little bit more crowded than normal. The visitor center had a movie that we could see and also a small museum with a soldier’s kit and armaments. We tried to arrange for a private guide, but none were available on such short notice. After having private guides on many of our trips, we take every opportunity to hire a guide. It makes visiting new places so much easier. You can zero in on what’s most important and why. No willy nilly wandering. Well since we couldn’t get a guide we got the next best thing. An audio guide!All we had to do was to shove that sucker in the car CD player and we were good to go!

First stop was to view the battlefield map. It was a twelve hour battle on September 15, 1862. The Civil War began in March 1861 with the Confederate Attack on Fort Sumpter. Lee surrendered in April 1865. During the battle at Antietam 100,000 soldiers engaged in battle. At the end of the day 23,000 were killed, wounded or missing. Our first stop was Dunker Church. It was a house of worship for pacifist German Baptist Brethren. Let’s go inside, shall we? Here is Steve thinking throw happy he is, not to be spending all day Sunday sitting on those wooden pews. Elliott appears to be a little more interested. We just missed a musical performance of Civil War era music. There are a lot of plaques. Elliott was a bit disappointed that I didn’t want to stop and read every one. I had no time for that, there were many more stops on the CD! I would have skipped this, but Elliott and Kanna wanted to go up the path to see the Maryland monument up close. Here we are at our next stop. This is the monument in honor of Clara Barton. The Red Cross was made from bricks taken from the chimney of her house. Clara Barton founded the Red Cross in 1861. She provided assistance to all soldiers in the war, no matter what side they fought on. Here is a little more information about her. Next was Cornfield Trail. Upon this 24 acres field was a horrific battle. The Louisiana Brigade suffered over 60 percent casualties in 30 minutes. Here we have a visual of one of the skirmishes. The Union forces are in blue, the Confederacy is red. While we were at this site, we met a lovely gentleman who was studying to be one of the Antietam private guides. I think you could make this a great side gig if you liked history. He had a dog eared copy of a book about the battle. I wanted to ask him to join us and give us a private tour.

There were a number of upside down cannons. These were markers for Generals who had died during the battle. This is the Observation Tower. I hate heights and was wavering over climbing it or not. I did climb it, and there is our van below. I was pretty terrified during my climb up, while I was up there, and also on my way down. I muttered to myself the whole way, “Don’t jump, you are almost done, you will be outside soon.” Whew!Here is a description about the views. Here are Elliott and Kanna at the William McKinley Monument. Of course you know that he was our 25th President, and was the last President to serve in the Civil War. He was assassinated during his second term. This is Burnside Bridge over the Antietam Creek. Steve and Elliott are checking out where the fish are hiding. Kanna is checking out Elliott’s ears. She doesn’t look like she approves. My last picture of the battlefield. Here we see General Burnside. Now you can see where the term “side burns” comes from!

One thing I noticed when we are at the battlefield was that I didn’t have any feelings of overwhelming sadness or unease. When we were at the Coliseum in Rome I was really creeped out. I could not wait to leave the place. I have an empathetic personality and can feel a lot of people’s emotions. The Coliseum was filled with the souls of unhappy people, put to death for others’ amusement. At Antietam, the people were fighting for causes that they believed in. We found our way back to the Homewood Suites and checked in. This was the living room. Elliott and Kanna got the King size bed. Steve and I took the two queens. According to Yelp, the best restaurant for dinner was the Schmankerl Stube. I made reservations and we were off. My mother was born in Germany, as was Steve’s Great Grandparents. There wasn’t any room in the main room, so we were seated outside in the enclosed patio. Kanna is wearing the fleece from the company that Elliott works for. I was quite pleased that Elliott shaved off his beard. I think that he looks like a terrorist with it. Both Elliott and Kanna seem to have the head tilt down pat! Steve and I were pretty cold even with my snuggling. I don’t think I took off my puff jacket the whole time! Looks like no one gets between me and my man!The waitress promptly brought out our beers. I didn’t see any fruity martinis on the menu so I ordered a dark beer. When Elliott was just born I had problems producing enough milk. At his first check up when he was two weeks old, he had lost weight. The diagnosis was “failure to thrive”. I was prescribed Thorazine and a dark beer every day. My milk came in and all was well. However, Elliott never grew to be as tall as Steve. He topped out at 5 foot ten, which was the same height as my father. I sometimes wonder if it was the genes or the lack of breast milk those first two weeks. I ended up having plenty of milk, and nursed Elliott until I discovered I was pregnant with Sally. We were served a rye bread with a sweet butter and a cheesy butter. The breads was hearty and not soft. I prefer bread like this. This was from Avena, the restaurant I wrote about yesterday. I noticed I had forgotten to put it in my post, I was trying to figure out how I could include it. Well, I just did! Lucky, Lucky!

I didn’t see anything on the menu that really got me interested. I like Weiner Schnitzel, but thought it might be too heavy as we had a long car ride to Poughkeepsie on Sunday. I ordered the trout. Steve had the chicken. I don’t think he expected it to be chopped up, it looked like something you might serve an invalid. Kanna had the beef. It was chopped up also. The spaetzle was very good. You are supposed to type spaetzle with an a and an umlaut over it, and no e. I can’t figure out how to do that on my ipad. Did you know that there are somethings I fail at? Yes, amazing isn’t it? Elliott had the Wiener schnitzel. It was sehr gut! That means very good in German. For dessert I ordered the apple strudel. It was not as good as my mother’s. The German cake came along with four forks. It was fair. Next morning we had dinner at the buffet at the hotel. Nothing like greasy sausage to start your road trip! Here we are ready to say goodbye. It looks like there is a bird getting ready to drop some bird poop on my head! You can see that Elliott is a wee bit taller than I am. I am practicing my chest out, shoulders back, tummy in and butt tucked under. Steve needs to get that memo.

When we got back home I checked my point balance. Hilton deducted 88,000 points out of my account after all. I called them up, and they said that I couldn’t use my certificate on the room that I reserved. They didn’t care that the original representative said that I could. I was mad. I called the hotel a few days later and they said that they would check into the matter. No good results. I thought about canceling my card, but I had already paid the fee for the year in February. I also have 350,000 points that I don’t want to disappear. Not sure where I will spend the points, maybe Steve will take me back to the Maldives and I can use the points there!

Do you like German food?

Do you hate customer call reps from India?

Are you a credit card junky, trying to maximize your points?

Are you a complete klutz at maximizing your points?

Did you notice that today we have five questions, up from my normal three?

Inn at Union League, Philadelphia Friday April 20, 2018

After our visit to the fancy schmancy mall at King of Prussia Steve and I drove to Philadelphia and our hotel. We would be staying one night at the Inn at Union League. Steve and C were going to the Sherlock Dinner and J and I would go to dinner at the hotel. As always there is lot of traffic in the Center Square area of Philadelphia. We managed to find the parking garage the hotel uses without any problems. The parking garage reminds me of the movie Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. I kept waiting for a hot sports car to go vrooming out of the garage on a joy ride somewhere.

We checked into our room and I noticed that it was quite small. It seemed we had a queen size bed. I forgot to ask at the front desk if we were assigned a King bed. I’m going to have to remember next time. A queen size bed is too small for Steve and myself. Not that we are 300 pounders by a long shot, it’s just that I like a lot of space around me when I sleep. Steve being 6 foot 3, and 230 pounds requires a lot of space. And I’m not sure the bed was really queen size.The bathroom had a shower, but no tub. Toiletries were from a company I had never heard of. Points for the black face cloths. Makeup can really stain white face cloths.

Steve and I met J and C in the lobby of our hotel and we walked the guys to their Sherlock Meeting at The Raquet Club of Philadelphia. Just last fall The Sons of the Copper Beeches admitted women for the first time. J and I have elected to continue our tradition of walking the guys to their meeting and then having dinner together at the hotel. It’s not that we think that they might get lost (they might), it’s become a tradition to escort them there. It’s their job to make it back to the hotel. Which they do. But not before making a wrong turn.Last time we were there I ordered a really delicious drink. They didn’t have it on the menu, but told me they could make it for me. First try was the new drink on the menu, which I didn’t care for, but the second time was the charm. It’s a good thing that I have 20,000 plus photos on my phone. I was quickly able to locate a picture of the drink I had gotten last year so they could make me what I wanted. This had muddled black berries and rye. It was delicious. Now J did not have a drink. She claimed that the martinis from the night before were so big and so strong she was still hung over from it. What a lightweight!We started with an amuse bouche. This looks like a glop of salmon on a cracker. It went down pretty easy. Here was the bread basket. I tried every type. Both of us especially liked the cracker on the right. I think it is pretty easy to make. You take flour, butter and grated cheese, mix it all up and then drop spoonfuls on a baking sheet, spread them out thickly and cook. Of course I have never made them before, and the recipie just might be B.S. J had a salad for her starter. I had the soup. It was called Artichoke and roasted garlic. I do so love the presentation like this. You see the veggies all pretty with the little bits of pork. Then they pour on the liquid and you have you soup! Did you notice the little pearl onions? Well that’s what my myxoma was like, only bigger. The pathology report described it as a glistening white mass. Yummy! Not! J ordered the correct entree. She asked the waiter his favorite, he said “The Roasted Wild Alaskan Halibut”. I ordered the Poached Spanish Dover sole, pictured above. I don’t think it really was Dover Sole, as it looked a lot thinner in other restaurants where I have had Dover Sole. Next time I am just going to order what ever entree J has! Sorry, no picture of J’s dinner. I can’t always be paying attention.

For some stupid reason we didn’t order dessert. We must have been really full. I am really hungry, we don’t have any ice cream cones in the cabinet and I really want one now. If I would have had the dessert back then, I could be resavouring that sucker and be unhungry. What does that poster say? “Eat dessert first!”

We were seated right next to the window where they made the entrees. It was almost like sitting at a chef’s table. J and I discussed all and sundry. We were there for about three hours. Which is very unusual for Steve and myself, we seem to be in and out of a restaurant within an hour. But there was lots to discuss, lots to observe and the maitre’d hotel kept coming over to us regaling us with stories about the restaurants in the hotel.

Soon it was time for J and I to go to the library where we wait for C and Steve to come back from the meeting. On our way out of the restaurant I observed a woman in a low cut gown, with much cleavage spillage. Not quite poetry in motion, but enough to get my eyeballs in action.

C and Steve finally made it back and C brought out his own personal flask. Well actually someone had gotten him a tri flask for his birthday. It didn’t look like this, it was three vertical flasks in a leather case. So C had three different boozes to try. Now i say boozes, as I think some were scotch and some were bourbon. C had his nested silver cups also to use. No swilling out of the bottles for these high class gents in a high class hotel! At one point the bartender came over to ask if we needed anything. He spied the flask, and I got nervous. Would he kick us out of the hotel? Confiscate C’s birthday present?

None of the above. He noticed the tri flask and said he had never seen such a thing before. C told him what was in each one. I asked the bartender if he tried all of them. No, one he had not. So I suggested C pour our a taste, for the bartender to sample. The bartender didn’t even look around, down the hatch the booze went and all were happy. Shortly after we all headed to the elevators and were off to bed. In our case, our very small bed. In which the room was hot, and we didn’t sleep well at all!

Do you sleep well?

Do you belong to any clubs restricted to a single gender?

Do you belong to a sex club?

Do you eat dessert first?

Inn at Montchanin, Wilmington Delaware April 19, 2018

It’s just a hop, skip and a jump to the Inn. Well, actually it’s a five minute drive if you get stuck at the light. The Inn has many different room styles to choose from. J and C were staying in a room that we stayed in a few years ago. There are stairs involved in that room, so we don’t stay there anymore. This was going to be our home away from home for the evening. I was hoping for the same room as we had on our last visit. That way I wouldn’t have to do a new post on the room. However, the Inn Keepers probably knew that I had a blog and had subscribers from all over the world! Postings=eyeballs=future guests! Lets’ go into Wittfiel shall we?Some of the rooms are on two levels, and I didn’t want that, especially with all the tripping downstairs that I have done lately. Here is Steve. He hasn’t unpacked yet, but must have been hard at work on something. To the left of the sitting room was the hallway to the bedroom. You can see it and the bathroom way in the back. That’s my gorgeous red Prada satchel. I am in love with that bag. However, if I get in close contact with a yellow one, well, I’m going to buy that sucker too! I got the red one on sale at Saks last year. I do love me a good sale!This was the little hallway leading to the bedroom. Inside the refrigerator were free sodas and water. I do love my free sodas! Although with the room price as high as it was, the soda should be free! We are getting closer to the bed now! You can see my Pataguuci jacket in the back. We got a king size bed. I do love a king size bed. I can either get close to Steve or sleep far away so I don’t hear him snore. He can never get far enough away to not hear my snoring. The bathroom had a heated towel bar. I can never figure those things out. Behind the marble was the toilet. Here is the view of the bath tub and the bed. I tried out the bed, but not the tub. This is the entry to the bathroom at Krazy Kat’s, our restaurant. Looks like it could have been the men’s room, and I was using the wrong restroom!Here are our cocktails. J got a martini, which C doctored up with his own vermouth mixture. I had the Love Martini. Vodka, rum and peach schnapps, with a bit of cranberry juice so that you could pretend it was healthy. That’s C in the back explaining something. We were given an amuse bouche. It’s been over a month, so I have no clue what this was. I think that we all liked it. The rolls were very good. Too bad mine ended up on the floor, but they brought me another one. I think that I had a field green salad with roasted vegetables. J had the Caesar Salad. Steve had the cream of chicken and exotic mushroom soup. No, your eyes are not out of focus, the picture is! Pan Seared Barramundi.Tea Smoked Duck Breast. Someone else had a fish special. I know that C and I had the duck. J probably had the Barramundi as I take pictures left to right, and J was sitting to my left. Looks like someone had a glass of port for dessert. Since that is Steve’s phone to the left, it must have been his. This was one of the desserts. It looks like it was very rich! Here was the chocolate dessert. I bet you that many forks stabbed into it.

Do you like chocolate desserts above all others?

Do you like fruity or dirty martinis?

Do your prefer fish or fowl?