Harborplace

I dragged Maya to yoga class this morning. She had no desire to go, and I woke up late anyway, and had to rush her to get her dressed and ready. She continued to resist until she was on her mat, being amazing and able to do all sorts of moves I only dream of. She and Sid adore each other and were delighted to reconnect. I am inspired by Maya, she is so centred and peaceful and agile and her goodness just shines all the time.

We headed for the Inner Harbour, where we visited Barnes and Noble for a time, and wandered along the docks, stopping to watch an acrobat performing. She was a tiny young woman, with a pipsqueak kind of voice, and did Cirque de Soleil moves on a makeshift frame and elicited all sorts of oohs and aahs from the appreciative crowd.

Maya insisted that we visit the Science Center, where I agreed to join for a year, and Maya made a beeline for the dinosaurs and 'Newton's Alley', before we watched an Imax movie about the Grand Canyon, which made me wish I could return to Utah and the red rocks of Moab and the Rapheal Swell.

There was a new 'Rita's' nearby, so we stayed in line for too long to find out that all the flavours we wanted were not available, so we chose alternative ones, which were not at all satisfying, but we both ate them anyway, as we walked back to Little Italy where I had parked my car in a three hour parking zone (I moved my car once already that afternoon). I wanted to move the car again and return for an evening concert, but Maya was ready to go home and practice violin before bed. I never want to go home, and would stay away all the time if I could.

Yoga, harbour, science center, grand canyon