July 17, 2010 - To Kittyhawk
Lunch is at the King's Arms Tavern, where Ella gets the cutest high chair.
We were greeted by the same random, talkative restaunt-wandering dude from this past winter.
He was happy meet Gaby. She must be a rich Spaniard who made the journey from Mexico to spend some of her Spanish gold.
Ella peeks through her high chair.
There she is!
Outside, Gaby takes a picture of a fife and drum parade.
Our favorite little house, this time without snow.
After a day of driving (the traffic was worse later), we are delirious when we pass this sign (though we have well over an hour to go) of a brewery and butcher shop. We'd had the beer before, but might not again.