I’ve been away for a week visiting my daughter and her little dog, Kelly. I’m energized from the change of scene and the great restaurants and harbor lights of Baltimore. We drove through neighborhoods where old stone houses were almost obscured by blossoming pink and white cherry trees and yards were filled with yellow daffodils and blue grape hyacinths. We drove past the ships in the harbor at night with the beautiful lights of city over water. We had Tapas at Pazo’s and shrimp pasta at the Macaroni Grill. We watched “Lost” with hazelnut/chocolate gelato from Italy—Mmmm. Every day Kelly and I walked around a quiet neighborhood where the air was cold but the people friendly. I kept dancing and I lost another pound. I’ve bought a dance/exercise DVD from “Dancing with the Stars” and enjoyed it immensely yesterday, but I still danced free afterwards. Exercise routines are effective but restricting. There’s a freedom of spirit I’ve discovered in moving to the music that’s missing in structured routines. I like doing both. And I like visiting the city and coming home to the country. I’m dreaming of my next visit when it might be warm enough to sit out by the harbor, watching the boats coming in with a cup of “Maggie Moo’s.”