Well, we arrived at Jen and Jason’s in Maine on Friday night—no problems. They’ve been great hosts, feeding us all sorts of fun food and letting us hold (and smell) baby Avery as much as we want.

Saturday we went to The Friars’ for some sticky buns. The Friars are Dominicans (I think, maybe Franciscans, I can’t tell—they wear the brown robes) who have a bakery in downtown Bangor. We stop by every time we’re here and it’s so nice that Bob (I think that’s his name) always recognizes Jenn and chats with the Canadians for a while. Then we did some shopping and I picked up a couple books at a second hand shop—a style guide and a corporate identity design guide.

Today Jenn and I drove down to Camden where some lady told us off, presumably just for having Ontario plates. We were driving into the small downtown area (Camden is just a little tourist town on the coast) with a few other cars and this lady driving the other way rolled down her window, gave us the finger and told us to “Go home!” It kind of made us want to. We had a good lunch there and wandered around some of the shops. After Camden we started back up the coast, stopped so I could go in the ocean, and then visited Fort Knox. No, not that Fort Knox, the one in Maine that was built to defend the US against the British, but never really saw any action. It was pretty cool, like a mini version of the Citadel in Quebec City.

Tomorrow, we head home, but not before we hit the Jewish deli (beside the Friars’) for one of their world famous cherry cheese danishes. Anyways (that’s the archaic form of “anyway”) it’s been a good time and a short time, but we must be moving on.

Yup, those Friars were Fransicans. Here we are enjoying their baking.