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Our whirl-wind week is pretty much over, and thankfully, the dust is slowly beginning to settle.

Our agents found us a condo we can rent out for the next two months. Very sly, under the table sort of deal, but the place is clean and safe WITHOUT hundreds of acres of surrounding farm land and mouse droppings. It was nice to finally be out a hotel and back in our own bed, even if it isn't home. The best part? Ryan half-heartily plugged in the TV to see if we could get any cable or reception, and sure enough, the cable was never turned off from the last tenant (which I don't really understand...isn't she/he paying the cable bill???)

Saturday the town of Dover celebrated it's annual Olde Dover Days celebration. It's held the first weekend every May. There's a parade (very small...and half of the towns females happen to be "little miss something or others." We missed the first half of the parade, but there was still plenty to see...there were women in hoop skirts, although most were in more colonial-era dress. It reminded me of a family vacation from grade school when we went to Williamsburg. Boys were dressed in three point hats. There was one boy riding a uni-cycle, and his father was riding a penny-farthings.

After we snapped this picture, he hopped off the bike and told Ryan to take a picture of ME on the bike. You can't really tell, but my feet don't reach the peddles (which was noticed by the crowd "Her feet don't reach the peddles!"). Little did I know at one point, the man actually stopped guided me around the street. I had no idea I was actually supposed to be STEERING the bike (really, why should I have to do ALL The work?),AND I later found out that those bikes have no breaks.

After the parade, there were two maypoles set up and kids from the area elementary schools danced around...

Here are some pictures from the day...you can tell that we were a part of the colonial era, mingled with the Native Americans, reveled in some Medieval jousting, AND after a day of driving, finally some good ole-1980s punk in downtown Philly. Dinner was the best part of the day.

yes, it's bigger than my head. Yes, it all fit in my stomach. And yes, it was damn good, too.