I had an interesting adventure last night. Ethan, Michael, and I took a light rail train to Baltimore to find a highly rated Greek cuisine place somewhere on Eastern Ave. Ethan is a very good city navigator. None of us were quite sure where it was, but we knew what direction to go in so we walked for a few hours to see the Inner Harbor area. Lovely. It was a good adventure. We eventually gave up looking for the Greek place when Ethan made an executive decision (which I trust) not to continue walking into the neighborhood ahead. It was a bit sketchy. About-face! We went back to the waterfront and found a nice little Indian buffet. I’ll take authentic Indian food any day. The lentil masala was tasty.
After dinner we decided it was late enough that we should head back to school. We popped over to Barnes & Noble quickly for a bathroom break and quick-stop shop, and then we were off to the rail station. We waited for quite a while. Finally we hopped on the southbound and got back to Glenn Bernie, which is somewhere north of Annapolis. From there we took the bus back to the capital—or so we’d hoped to do.
First, we realized we got on the bus going the wrong way, so we’d have to go to the end of the loop and then back in the direction we wanted. Ethan specifically asked the driver, “Does this loop back around to Annapolis.” He answered with a definite “Yes.” Not a big deal, but a little irritating. It added an extra thirty minutes onto our travel time. Ethan and I started to nod off as the passengers on the bus thinned out. Michael was reading, I think. Eventually it was only the three of us. The driver stopped it at some forsaken street corner on Route 2 and said, “Last stop.”
What? Last stop! This isn’t Annapolis. In fact, it was really even that close. As the crow flies we were maybe four miles north of the city limits, but the route in is a roundabout winding of highways and byways. It would’ve taken us about four hours to walk to school, I figure.
There we were on Route 2 across from a closed gas station. We all had mobile phones (hurray for the twenty-first century!), but that didn’t give us an easy way home. We walked down the road to a 7-Eleven. Unfortunately we had to call a cab. It was after midnight. I could’ve called a family I know from church, but I wouldn’t. So we waited about thirty minutes until a cab showed up.
Praise the Lord! Ethan said he’s never seen a more welcome cab. We piled in and found our way back to the campus.
It was a fun adventure with a torturously slow ending. It also cost us more than we’d hoped, but dinner was priced well.
So that’s my story.
In other news, I’ve decided that I’ll enjoy going to Bath. Here I come!
After dinner we decided it was late enough that we should head back to school. We popped over to Barnes & Noble quickly for a bathroom break and quick-stop shop, and then we were off to the rail station. We waited for quite a while. Finally we hopped on the southbound and got back to Glenn Bernie, which is somewhere north of Annapolis. From there we took the bus back to the capital—or so we’d hoped to do.
First, we realized we got on the bus going the wrong way, so we’d have to go to the end of the loop and then back in the direction we wanted. Ethan specifically asked the driver, “Does this loop back around to Annapolis.” He answered with a definite “Yes.” Not a big deal, but a little irritating. It added an extra thirty minutes onto our travel time. Ethan and I started to nod off as the passengers on the bus thinned out. Michael was reading, I think. Eventually it was only the three of us. The driver stopped it at some forsaken street corner on Route 2 and said, “Last stop.”
What? Last stop! This isn’t Annapolis. In fact, it was really even that close. As the crow flies we were maybe four miles north of the city limits, but the route in is a roundabout winding of highways and byways. It would’ve taken us about four hours to walk to school, I figure.
There we were on Route 2 across from a closed gas station. We all had mobile phones (hurray for the twenty-first century!), but that didn’t give us an easy way home. We walked down the road to a 7-Eleven. Unfortunately we had to call a cab. It was after midnight. I could’ve called a family I know from church, but I wouldn’t. So we waited about thirty minutes until a cab showed up.
Praise the Lord! Ethan said he’s never seen a more welcome cab. We piled in and found our way back to the campus.
It was a fun adventure with a torturously slow ending. It also cost us more than we’d hoped, but dinner was priced well.
So that’s my story.
In other news, I’ve decided that I’ll enjoy going to Bath. Here I come!
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You'd better be looking forward to your sojourn to Bath! (We are too!!) See you, and everyone else, soon! SHALOM
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