BALTIMORE- We’re hanging out at an inn that looks out on the docks of Chesapeake Bay, enjoying the sunshine and watching the boating enthusiasts who are hosing down and polishing their vessels.
We feel a sense of relief (and pride), having just dropped off our son, Mitchell, at his dorm at Johns Hopkins University for his sophomore year.
It has been a long journey from Nevada City on a narrow-body plane, which stopped in Dallas before landing here. Summer air travel is more of a hassle than usual, thanks to COVID-19. You need to mask up at all times and keep your vaccination card close at hand.
Mitchell and his friend and classmate Nicole were reunited last night, enjoying dinner in Baltimore’s “Little Italy.” We ate at the hotel and watched a ballgame.
This afternoon, the campus was filled with parents and their students, carrying a varied assortments of boxes and bags into the dorm rooms.
We wrapped up late in the afternoon, said our goodbyes and headed back to our hotel in an Uber.
We’ll meet again for dinner on the weekend before we head home, but for now it’s mission accomplished.