I had been in the DC burbs for almost three weeks, and felt the urge to get out. It hit me like a surge on thursday, and I decided I needed to escape for the weekend. Needing some place cheap and easy, I decided on Baltimore for the weekend. I had been curious to see the American Visionary Art Museum- an eccentric museum of folk art including artwork designed by prisoners. It is supposed to be fascinating.
After a lovely lunch of Peruvian cuisine with the PD div of the Peruvian Embassy, and a great chat about Peru's public diplomacy and gastrodiplomacy, I headed over to Union Station and caught the afternoon MARC train up to Baltimore's Penn Station. Only $7, not like the $68 stupidity tax I had to pay the last time I caught the Acela instead.
I arrived to the city and hoofed over to Mulberry Street to the hostel. I was already in the system, and I chatted with the check-in lady. As I was leaving, I told her I had written a nice piece about Baltimore, and gave kudos to the hostel. When I told her the title of the piece, "Charmed by Charm City," she recognized it. She said the management had printed it out and distributed it to the staff. All I could do was smile.