We stayed at The Inn at Henderson's Wharf. We left on Sunday morning and arrived around lunchtime. The inn was on the first floor of an old tobacco factory. The upper floors were condos, and I decided to search them on realtor.com because I thought perhaps we should invest in a weekend place, and then I saw they were many, many hundreds of thousands, sometimes millions, of dollars, and suddenly our reasonable split-level in the Philadelphia suburbs seems totally fine as our year-round residence.
The inn was in a little section of the city called Fell's Point, and it couldn't have been more picturesque. There were cobblestone streets, tons of restaurants, pubs and cafes, and it was right on the water. After we checked in, we had delicious burgers for lunch and then decided to head to the Inner Harbor.
The hotel was about a 2 mile walk from the harbor, but we walked there and back every day, because both the weather and the views were gorgeous.
We walked in via Little Italy the first time, since Matt is 50% Italian and unironically calls Italy "the homeland." In Little Italy we saw lots of pizzerias and a statue of Christopher Columbus.
When we got to the Inner Harbor, we bought tickets for the Historic Ships in Baltimore, saw a life-size cutout of Donald Trump (this is not by any means an endorsement), and then stumbled upon a man in the amphitheater with a unicycle and a pogo stick telling hilarious jokes.
It was the perfect trifecta.
And then Matt marched right to the front row. Halfway into his routine, Wacky Chad selected Matt, and two other men, for crowd participation.
I should have bet money on that.
Wacky Chad had the other two guys hold the ends of a rope, and had Matt stand in the middle. Then he turned on the music and told Matt to jump.
WELL, JUMP HE DID.
AND THE CROWD WENT WILD.
Who knew Matt had been hiding this hidden jump rope talent? It made my
When Matt (finally) got to sit down, he said, "Oh man, are my knees going to hurt tomorrow." So we wandered slowly back to our hotel, and then sat outside to watch the sun set over the marina.
It was then that I decided I'd like to live on the water and own a yacht.
The next morning we ate breakfast at the hotel and then walked into the harbor. When I was growing up, we would go on on two-week vacations to a lake in Maryland every year. My dad always said that the second Saturday was his very favorite day of vacation, because so many people were leaving, and we still had another week of relaxation ahead of us.
Well this week, I decided that my favorite day was Monday, because I was wandering through this cute city with my coffee and my husband and my camera and no agenda, and everyone else was headed to the office.
The Horse You Came In On Saloon is said to be the oldest saloon in the country, and also where Edgar Allan Poe had his last drink. It was (allegedly) the last place he was seen before he died.
(It was also apparently trash day.)
That bottom right photo is the doctor's office on the ship and they had a whole display on amputations. I expect more when I'm going in for a sinus infection or a sore elbow, let alone having my entire leg amputated.
The mayor of Baltimore and PNC Bank, that's who.
After Camden Yards, we headed back to the harbor to tour another boat. This was an old one.
We also determined I am too high maintenance, because the sailors here slept in hammocks. I pretty much only want to be in a hammock when I'm in my back yard with a glass of wine or sweet tea and a good novel when it's sunny and 75, not in the belly of a ship on the high seas in the midst of a war.
After we toured the ship, we walked back to the hotel and then decided to return to the same Mexican restaurant for more nachos and margaritas.
I'm pretty sure that's also what the sailors and baseball players wanted after a long day.