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... satellite so we had a ton of stations. We couldn’t wait to walk into town and see the sights of the markets. Haus Wartenberg is in a lovely residential neighborhood with a post office, supermarket, konditorei and other interesting stores. It was a very pleasant walk of about 6 blocks to the tunnel that leads into the city. The tunnel leads you right into the old city at the Horse Fountain \
... adventure. First they handed out a sheet with Greyhound's phone number with no instructions and no staff to help out. After several tries they announced that it was the wrong number! I had meanwhile gone online to book a couple of seats on the bus, we then had to taxi across Baltimore to the bus station. We finally arrived in Philadelphia at 7 pm only seven hours late.
We had arranged to meet up with two friends we had ...
... we finally go to...she was helping a little boy who was at the bottom of the pool. That got our attention.
Sandy got dressed as quickly as possible and headed with Kevin down to the pool. Apparently there were lots of kids playing in the pool, and they all got ready to leave at the same time. Laura went looking for Kevin's goggles and saw them at the bottom of the pool...along with a motionless little kid about 10 years old. ...
... the rain off safely I walked down to the library before heading back to the car.
I then drove to Baltimore. I met up with an Australian here in the hostel, we
went out and got dinner (and drinks of course!) at an Irish bar; seems ironic
really, a Brit and an Ozzie in an Irish bar with an American server but never