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Waking up with the early light at five-thirty was a thrill. At least it would have been if I could smell my morning coffee brewing. This habitual daily routine however led me to the most beautiful morning walk in search for that perfect cup of joe.

As I sat on the classic wooden style park bench in the location of the Saturday morning market, I felt almost alive with the anticipation of what would soon be an area full of local artisans and growers of fresh food. The wind from last night’s storm was still rustling through the town, off the Onancock water at the end of Market Street. I breathed in the fresh air that is Onancock Virginia.

This quaint historic town is quintessential charm at its finest. The greenery and well-maintained gardens are a pride of the local residents. As I am on the Eastern shore, I feel such happiness when I noticed that Market Street ends right on the edge of Onancock creek, a tributary of the Chesapeake Bay. This is where I will be Kayaking with tomorrow’s morning light.

The artistic and creative shops are sights I cannot wait to experience. As walking by the store windows, I look forward to purchasing something from a local owner. The window displays simply show each shop owner has handpicked with care of what is to be experienced and purchased by a tourist such as myself.

I stroll by these un-opened shops on my way to the Foggy Place Cafe. Which I had read- “Onancock” means ” foggy place” in Algonquin, the language of the people who lived and traded here since the 1200’s.

I was greeted by friendly staff, and treated myself to a caramel macchiato, and the most delicious caprese sandwich. Other named “coffee” shops have nothing on this Foggy place! The decor was of comfort and modern combined. With local artists works on display for purchase, my eyes could not decide where to gaze next.

My first night’s stay at the Historic Charlotte Hotel, was one of pure comfort. Walking to my room yesterday, going up the original wooden stairs, (no elevator) I opened my wood door number 23 with a golden engraved key. I can only say I felt as if I stepped into an old movie. I did not think twice of not having an electric key card as modern hotels do nowadays. Stepping on the real wood floor with original marks reminds me that there are still some places that care for the old. The antiqued armoire, black floor lamps, and quilted bedding reminded me of when I would read historic era books with my children.

I am finding my well-deserved peace, and will continue to write, experience and journey on the well thought out path God has put before me. As motherhood, being a daughter and having relationships is an important part of my everyday life. I will publicly thank all the above for allowing me to journey on my own this weekend.

-Meg.