Sunday, August 26, 2018
I've always loved going to a farmers market. We started our Saturday by going to Waco's Farmers Market in downtown Waco. There were interesting vendors with a variety of options, but I loved that there were farmers selling fresh produce and flowers. The vendors are required to sell produce grown within 150 miles of Waco.
The clouds in the pictures might lead you to believe it was a cooler day in Texas. It wasn't cool. It was HOT. Even the breeze is hot. We didn't let the heat deter us from exploring and finding honey, soap, canned goods, fresh fruits and vegetables and food vendors. If you couldn't find something to try, you weren't looking.
Tim and I decided to try something new. It was a blueberry waffle with bacon, cheese and scrambled eggs on top. It was delicious.
If you're in Waco, be sure to stop by the Waco Downtown Farmers Market.
Saturday, August 4, 2018
The other day we decided to enjoy lunch at Deck 383 which is part of Wacca Wache Marina. It was a beautiful afternoon, and we sat outside in the shade of an oak tree. There was a cool breeze off the Wachesaw River.
Wacca Wache means happy, happy in the language of the Waccamaw Indians.
It made us happy, happy to watch boats come and go. Some arrived for lunch and others came for gas or to pick up friends. Many boaters traveled with friends and pets.
We saw small boats and large boats. We enjoy people-watching, but watching boat-people was even more fun.
Even if you don't own a boat, I want to encourage to enjoy time at a marina. I think you'll leave happy, happy.
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