So I turned the wrong way at the bottom of the hill! I knew that after I walked up and up and up. This town is built on a clift. It is extremely hilly. It was a beautiful day and I had wanted to take a walk into the historic district . My only
problem was my sense non existent sense of direction. It seems to be extreme. I left my sons house,went to the top of the hill, then downward to the road.. only I should have gone left and I went right. What I did see was beautiful gardens,the bay , birds,
even a deer that ran right in front of me and a lot of steep hills. The kind that burn your calves and keep your heart pounding. After two round abouts, I suspected that I was not going in the right directions. I stopped in a pet store that we had been to
to bet Noodles food and asked. sure enough, I should have been going the other way. I turned around and now I flew back because I was going down hill. I really did feel good about my going up those hills. I am woman, I am strong, etc, etc, etc. My son, after
he shook his head, took me out for pizza. It was all good. Then I took a nap.