We arrived in Philly before 8, must have had a lead foot, and found our parking spot at the Eastern State Penitentiary. It's a short walk from the Art museum and right across the street from Jack's Firehouse.
We checked in, found our spot on the steps and went to go to the wellness tent when Bonnie said, "That's You!". And it is. In the pink Avon walk shirt. I'm pointing at it...sort of.
Bonnie made fast friends with the woman next store. The talked gluten-free and she told us about a bakery on South Street called Sweet Freedom. Of course we went to look for it.
This year, for the event they had survivors tell their stories while we were doing yoga. I didn't like that. I can concentrate on one thing at a time. Not killing myself on the steps of the art museum or listening to stories. I hope they reevaluate this option.
Bonnies new friend took the pix of us attempting yoga. We held on to each other so we didn't do a face plant!
(The matching shirts, I swear was an accident. I didn't even know she had one.)
It didn't rain at all. Maybe packing dry clothes created better karma?
When the event was over, we walked back up to the car, headed to Jacks for lunch and then off to Whole Foods looking for gluten free products for Bonnie. At Whole Foods the gluten-free items are in the aisles with the other food. So we were forced to walk up and down all the aisles. Such a hardship. (;
Next stop— Trader Joe's—not much happening on the gluten-free front there. Then off to Sweet Freedom.
A little walking, a little yoga, too much eating, a little shopping, and no rain. Pretty much a perfect day.
2 comments:
I want to come if you do it again
I was going to ask you to come. Then you had all your accidents. You would have enjoyed yoga and Whole Foods. We must do WF one day.
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