Courtyard Aberdeen at Ripken Stadium
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... which Peter ran past), Peter sprinted back into the town. He ran about 2k, through the town centre, stopping traffic in true action man style and made it back to the visitor centre to find the handbag had been handed in and had everything still in it. With a mixture of relief and exhaustion (guess who was which), we journeyed out of Annapolis taking the short journey to Baltimore. We got ourselves in and then headed out for dinner. We stopped by the harbour at a restaurant ...
... veggies and fruit ORGANICALLY. Develop food in any soil, THROUGHOUT THE WORLD. Gather your very own SEEDS. Grow your very own established seedlings - moreover so that you can sell. Develop more food than you sell the extra and require . Grow the tastiest, fattest tomatoes, lettuce, carrots, potatoes, celery, zucchini, pumpkin, cucumber and even more! Fertilize your yard for free using waste from your ...
Had a wander around the waters edge. Lots of big boats parked up in the harbour while the owners were getting hammered in the bars.
We spent the evening watching the Baltimore Ravens play the Steelers in a bar. What made it more fun was that the Ravens lost.
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... touched my life is also one who has been the source of much pain and misery. Long ago we were engaged to be married, we were attached at the hip. To some extent, we still are - we have matching tattoos fairly close to the hip. I saw her this week for the first time in over a year. My ex-everything. Ex-girlfriend, ex-fiancÚ, ex-friend, ex-lover, ex-enemy, ex-stranger. In many ways, it was her who terminated the crusted, stale, ...
... watching the muck engulf his room. There were Gatorade bottles and coffee tins floating around like wayward boats. One of my plastic bowls sneakily made its way from my room into my neighbor's room, leaving ripples as it scurried. We both laughed for a fleeting moment, and then bolted into necessary action, gathering buckets to fill. It was a long night, filled with the back-breaking agony inevitably associated with cleaning up large ...