Poe's not home, man!

Well, we went to Baltimore. We saw the sights. We drank in the "ambiance"(i.e. east coast beer that I don't get here). We rode the water taxi. We endured the rain (seriously, it DUMPED for at least an hour) when we were walking to lunch. We dealt with the humidity, which was much easier to deal with than I remember as I spent a year on the East Coast while I was in the Navy.

You would think that was all there as to it. Well I am here to tell you that, nothing is as it seems.

On the surface, we went to Baltimore to see the sights and see what it is like on the "other" coast.

We came. We tourist-ed. We conquered, well not quite. Although, we did see the Baltimore Orioles conquer!

We had a wonderful time on the East Coast. All the sights, all the smells (yes different cities smell differently than home) and all the different people.

All of them were friendly.

So, Poe's not home. You have to be curious, right? Maybe just a little? NO? Well you should be.

The last day of our trip to the East Coast we spent in Baltimore. We decided that we would trek to the Edgar Allen Poe House location that was on the handy little map that was in the lobby of our hotel.

Well, as with a few minor, very minor, directional issues with our trip in, why should this be different?

Our map showed the "historical Poe House" to be a short distance away from our hotel. Really, about 30 or so blocks. What it failed to show, was the part of the city that we had to walk through to get the the Poe House. Let's just say that it was less than savory and leave it at that.

We walked about 2 miles to get to the location of the "Poe House". It did take up most of our last morning in Baltimore. It also did seem a fitting end to our trip. Don't get me wrong, even though it sounds anti-climatic, it wasn't. It was probably the exact perfect ending to a perfect, if not long awaited and needed, vacation.

There are more stories to be told from our trip. From Baltimore's finest helping us to our hotel. Seeing the Orioles win a game in the bottom of the 9th. Getting soaked to the bone in a rain storm, in less than the time it takes you to read this sentence. Being on the Red Line in DC and going through the station that had a fatal train accident less than an hour after we we got off the train. The water taxi, the pedal boats and the never ending beer glass at lunch (I honestly think that free beer is attracted to me by some sort sort of cosmic attraction). The after hours walk through the "nightlife" area of town. It seemed as though every day we were there was a story or stories in and of themselves.

I am sure that we will go back to Baltimore, but when we do, we will call ahead to make sure that the Poe house will be open. Oh, we will also take a taxi there and have them wait outside while we look around.