To make up for squandered time, here are some photos of our latest adventures.

They include hiking in Shenandoah National Park with our latest furry friend, Sam; a May Day March for Immigrant Rights to the White House; camping at Chincoteague Island, Virginia, over Memorial Day; hanging with the family in Cape May, New Jersey; going to the Real Madrid soccer game at FedEx Field.






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