scarborough fair..

"Smiles and cries."

The weather is cold: a low 30 or so, the streets are rough during the day though calm at night, everyone I pass seems purpose driven. It's an enjoyable experience, a refreshing one, something new needed for me, I'm in Baltimore, MD. Scenery is amazing, the city is vast, and the beer is good. These simply mobile trips take vacation to a different level; something so refreshing, and renewing, something almost spiritual, a finding of oneself with someone special to share it with.

We had stayed at the Scarborough Fair Bed & Breakfast; right around the heart of the Federal Hill area. Beautiful room, view of the neighborhood, and perfect walking distance right into the city. I remember walking around thinking how I could imagine myself actually moving here, shopping at the local shops, being a regular at these classic bars, and being a part of the city. We decided to play tourist for a little bit; explored the Enoch Pratt library, the Basilica of the National Shrine, Edgar Allen Poe's burial place, amongst other inspiring sites.

It's honestly been a week since our trip, a week since I've started writing this, sadly writers block has taken it's toll on me or maybe I'm still in a vacation mindset or such. Sorry for wasting your time with such a horrible post, perhaps I'm losing my touch.

"Writers block is a bitch, by the way I didn't proofread one bit." - Ryan D.