Woodstock is home to many artists, musicians, filmmakers... you name it. Woodstock is a very creative community. It was the inspiration for the famous outdoor concert of '69.
After looking at a store that advertised a film festival happening in September (which I am very interested in) we left to look around. On one block, was all our talents. The first was of course the movie shop and then an art shop. After that was a photography shop. All our hobbies on the same block. So cool!
During our whole time in Woodstock, Rebecca was hoping to see, and I quote,"a real live hippie!" She kept looking around, filled with excitement. She saw her hippie.
We were walking down the street one way and on another street parallel to us stood a real live hippie. It went into a back street, which was a very scary one. I noticed a man with long hair, a great big beard, and short pants. He also had ripped up short pants and a red shirt. He had no shoes.
"There's your hippie", I said to Rebecca. The following aren't her exact words, but very close.
"Oh my gosh, there he is! Wow look at that! Haha, Andrew look! Mom look!"
"Don't point," my mother said to her.
This wouldn't be the last time Rebecca made a comment on how someone looked. Although she did see more of the same stuff, I'm not going to tell you about that one.
Dad and Rebecca went into a tee shop, and I soon followed. It said no cell phones beyond this point, or cameras. I laid my stuff down, but still took my phone holster (just in case).
The only words I'm allowed to say about that place is, well, scary. I cannot repeat what I saw in there. Too vivid.
After that... I'm just going to call it an experience, we looked at some other shops. We ate at a vegetarian restaurant (we didn't know that coming in) and had a very interesting dinner. Mom ate salad, Rebecca ate PB&J, Dad soup, and I had a cheese quesadilla. No meat involved.
My sister Julie called and we had to let it ring because the restaurant said no cell phones. Later though, I called Julie and told her pretty much what I'm telling now. I also forgot to mention there was a lot of Bob Marley posters in Woodstock.
Today we are going to leave the R.V. and stay at a hotel in NYC, because it would be hard to keep going to New York and back every day. We are also finding a kennel for the dogs (tear).
For now, get lost as the Yorkers say!
Ignore the last remark,
Andrew.
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