Hampton Inn Baltimore / White Marsh
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In about a week, the ship - presumably the California Highway mentioned in a previous post - will take the rig from Baltimore, and take about three weeks to deliver it to England. In that time, we'll get some chores done at my sister's. As of this writing, I hope to fly out from New York, so we can do some touristy New York stuff.
... was built in 1856 and had a scope that could see into the harbor up to 12 miles away. This lighthouse was used until the 1960's when it had become outdated. In 1988 it was moved to the inner harbor. Our last planned stop of the day was The Star Spangled Banner Flag House. In 1793 Mary Pickersgill was a flag maker. Mary began making flags during The Revolutionary War when she was living in Philadelphia. After moving to Baltimore, she and her daughter ...
... two books, watched three films, done one self-portrait, taken two pictures of my hotel and hostel bed, talked to one German, one American, one Finnish and lastly I have used up five toilet rolls (for the nose...) since acquiring this bigger and better American virus! Hopefully, I will be moving on nearer the end of the week to Washington... Thank you for all your get well emails - much appreciated x x ...
... chain of restaurants linked to the movie ‘Forrest Gump’ starring Tom Hanks. The restaurant also sells merchandise based on the sayings from the movie including ‘ Life is like a box of chocolates’.
The hotel holds a happy hour so we returned for a glass of wine and relax late afternoon. For dinner, we headed back to the inner harbour for Chinese and enjoyed the lights of Baltimore city as we strolled back to the ...
... journey. After a few days there I would drive a measly four hours into Texas and arrive at my road trip's final destination: my parent's house. As the stress and tension and uncertainty of my plans started to melt away into the humid heat of Oklahoma, I began to assess my dream back in that hotel room in Pennsylvania. It had only been three days, but it felt like a million years had since passed. New Hampshire and Hershey, PA had been so joyful and exciting; so carefree ...