I’m in Maryland, and it’s summer.
Along the highway, the trees are so lush they’re hanging close to the road. The sky is pure blue and the temperature a pleasant seventy-five degrees (I imagine if the state was personified, Maryland would have its hands on its hips like “That’s all you get!”). I was in Hagerstown, Maryland for a few weeks last spring and it’s all coming back, how much I like this place.
Once again it’s time for me to pack my two suitcases, say my goodbyes, and catch another flight. In this last blog post from Lake Mary, I had to choose from so many things still to be written about: the Sunrail train ride, downtown Orlando, beautiful beaches. But nothing in Lake Mary has been quite as comforting as the little coffee shop just around the corner from where I live. It’s called La Meca.
What’s it like at sunrise on a downtown strip in small-town central Florida?
