

On Monday, Chris, Mark and I went to Plimoth Plantation and tried to dodge all of the 2nd graders on their field trips who were trying to trick the Pilgrims or throw rocks at the chickens...why don't I remember 2nd grade being so tough? Anyway, we took a break inside one of the "lean-to's" which was way better than the stuffy little Pilgrim houses. We are standing in front of a stone oven on the right. The Pilgrims wanted to know what Mark, Chris and I did to earn a living and somehow, the cloest things they could relate to was, working with "cripples", "building ponds" and helping people after "typhoons". Silly Pilgrims! :)

We talked with this Indian for a bit. The funniest part of the whole conversation was when someone asked what his name was and he replied simply, ..."Bob". He didn't know why everyone thought that was funny. He said he couldn't tell us the special name he was given when he was 3 days old because that was private and was only known by those very close to him. Okie dokie then...Bob it is! :)

Lastly, we went into a shop on the plantation where they had artisans working on pottery, baskets, and this woodwork. I just thought it was really pretty so I took a picture...I'm an artsy dork like that.