Rest Day in Baltimore
The next morning, Phil and I were still feeling sore from the hills, so we decided to take a rest day in Baltimore before moving on towards Washington, DC. Except that it wasn’t really a rest day, because we walked to a yoga studio in Harbor East to take a Bikram yoga class.
On our walk, we passed through the Occupy Baltimore crowd and talked to a few of the people there. One guy, who looked no older than mid fifties, claimed to be 70 years old and was juggling. The yoga class was in a room heated to over 100 degrees Fahrenheit. After an hour and a half of Bikram, one of the guys in our class invited Phil and I to join him and his wife for happy hour at Ra, a nearby sushi restaurant. Brian and Carmen arrived shortly after Phil and I sat down, and we enjoyed a late lunch with the couple. Carmen is from Spain and teaches violin, while Brian is from England but originally from Zimbabwe. They also love to travel and hope to visit New Zealand some day, among a long list of other places.
When we returned to Coleman’s house, I could barely move my arms enough to take my sweaty clothes and yoga mat out of my bag before flopping face-down on the bed and passing out for about an hour. After waking from my nap, Phil and I biked to the grocery store to buy ingredients for the next morning’s breakfast. Coleman was home by then, and I went with him to a nearby pub to have a beer and watch the Ravens game.