It’s Nothing like Your Old City
This weekend, my roommate from
college came up to visit it me. We have both decided that it is really weird
that we are no longer living together and that we should visit each other more
often. She does not live that far away (when there isn’t any traffic), however
it is still a bit of a hike to get to me. Since I live in the middle of suburbia,
I thought that it would be a better idea to go into the nearest city to me:
Baltimore.
She got to my place bright and
early (10am) and we left not too long after that (you know you’re an adult when
bright and early is waking up at 7am instead of 1pm). She made me drive. Since
I am currently driving an SUV instead of my adorable sedan (I’ll explain that in
another post) I spent a good part of the five minute drive into the city hoping
I did not try to squeeze into anything two sizes two small.
This was not my first time in the
city. The first time I had been there since moving was for a rugby interest
meeting at a place called Alexander’s Tavern. Apparently it’s a hangout for
rugby players (shouts out to my rugby friends!). I didn’t join the team
(commute and time commitment was a bit much right now), but I did survive
driving in an unfamiliar city at night. Before that adventure, I hadn’t been in
the city of Baltimore since I was 15 years old. So I really did not have any
idea where I was going. I also don’t own a smart phone or GPS. I have to rely
on maps…from the Internet.
My official second adventure into
Baltimore was a little bit less stressful. I still had no idea where anything
was or where I was, but we did find a parking garage (I think it was in Little
Italy) and a map of the Inner Harbor and Fells Point. Both are beautiful.
Everything is expensive, but I was expecting that.
As we first entered the city from
295, we noticed all of the police out and about for the baseball game. This
helped us plan when to leave the city to beat the baseball traffic. We then
passed the convention center and realized that it was the weekend for Comic
Con. I have never seen a Con before; just a quick glance was an eye opener. I
would like to go to one before I die. I would also like to dress up as
Franziska Von Karma from the Phoenix Write Ace Attorney games if I go to one
(look her up if you don’t know who she is, trust me she’s awesome and not scantily
clad).
It took us a little while to find a
parking garage (though it was a little sketchy). We then headed over to the
Inner Harbor. It was cool and very similar to how I remember it from when I was
15. I need a pin from the Hard Rock Café for my collection. We went into the
Barns and Nobles, which was in an old factory building. I thought it was cool,
but worried I might run into something.
After the ten minutes at the Inner
Harbor, we walked to Fells Point, which isn’t that bad of a walk. The first
place we ate at was a Tapas place that was really expensive. Only eat there if
you don’t have a big appetite or if you have lots of cash. It was very yummy,
but not worth the cost. We then walked around a bit more and discovered a place
called The Daily Grind. We had to go in because at our old college campus, we
had a place called The Daily Grind that several of our friends practically
lived in (we also lived right next to it at one point). Though it was in an old
factory building, the menu could have come straight from out college campus. It
was great! It also made us (namely me) at bit homesick for school.
We left not too long after, but got
a bit turned around finding my car. Getting out of the city wasn’t hard. The
signs for 295 are a lot bigger than the ones for 83 and 95. We also beat the
traffic from the game and the Con.
Baltimore is very different from my
home city, even though they are very close. Fells Point does look like Old Town Alexandria, though. I find it charming and different,
but I will always have a soft spot for home, even if it is one of the most
annoying cities in America. I would recommend Baltimore for a visit and I would
at some point like to live in the city, but not right now.
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