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Maria and Jude checking out the homemade bread.

Just so you can relish the finished product here is the oysters before I devoured them. They were delicious! The next day was the second adventure of the vacation sailing on the Chesapeake Bay. Maria had arranged with one of her resident professors to take a group of ladies out on his sail boat for an afternoon jaunt. The weather really cooperated with a nice wind and plenty of sunshine. To get ready for the sail we stopped at the farmers market to grab some fresh baked bread, cheese and wine for a snack. Are we having fun or what? This farmers market put our Woodstock rendition to shame, although I am quite fond of my hometown version. The vegetables and fruits were beckoning, lush and colorful. Maria stopped to chat with everyone in her college town and Jude and I were on a mission to find cheese; a chunk of cheddar horseradish the find. Our next stop was to the local health food store where I snagged some garlic and olive oil Chevre cheese spread. Yum! And we brought some white wine to sip with our treats. Then it was off to the boat and our sailor host, Dave, was preparing to set sail. This is the second time on my trip they tried to kill me.
 It started out calmly enough as we motored to the open water but then Dave hoisted the sails and the excitement began. The wind was brisk and the sun was blistering as the boat hummed along the water tipping to the side, skimming the rails. We finely all got our water legs and I decided to venture from the comfort of the cushioned seats and experience the  wind and the ocean. BIG MISTAKE! On the top of the cabin the breeze skimmed my cheeks and cooled the day. Holding on as we came about was a challenge but manageable. SO.. I decided to move forward and enjoy the full impact of sailing. Jude joined me kitchen towel hat and all. (I promised not to publish Judes' hat collection!) We spotted a group of rowing sailboats about to race and Dave had to do some damage control to get out of their way. As he tacked I rolled and could taste the water spraying on the deck. I yelled to Jude to grab me but she was holding on for dear life too. As soon as the drama began, it was over and we both rolled back into position. I realized sailing was not for amateurs and headed back to the safety of the cushioned seats.