day twenty-one - small world

Wake in the company of schooners, including LAZY JACK, just after 6:00. Tuck away the sleeping gear and strike the boom tent. I walk up to one cafe to find a line already formed, waiting much too long as each customer seemed to have very specific instructions for frothed this, whipped that, not too much cinnamon but certainly more nutmeg and much sure you steam the milk just right for a nice layer of microfoam. I surrender and walk down the street to the deli where I get a blueberry muffin and iced tea. Then I grab a second iced tea to go. No rush to leave this morning, I'm an not going far.Sitting on the waterfront enjoying my iced tea, I hear a woman's voice saying "you won't remember me but......" I look up, smile and stand up to give her a hug. It is Sarah, the artist who made a wonderful painting of SPARTINA in Oriental, NC during the Spring sail in North Carolina. It is a small world. She lives in Maine and was visiting Camden with her family when she recognized my with my…