Location: Westminster, MD
Instead of a Wal-Mart, we settled into a rest area on I-95 for the night. We slept well and woke up ready to conquer Baltimore. Unfortunately, the Suburban had other plans. The parking brake light had been on, despite the fact that I hadn’t used the parking brake at all. Since this can be an indication of low brake fluid, I decided to take the opportunity to have the oil changed and fluids topped off, something that I needed to do anyway. We went to a nearby Jiffy Lube, where I was told that they will not fill brake fluid. I had them go ahead and perform the oil change anyway, but when I popped the hood, something in the hood release mechanism gave way. After having the oil changed, I swung by Advance Auto Parts and picked up some brake fluid with the intention of filling the reservoir myself. Of course, the hood would not open, which was especially concerning to me since the brakes were now underperforming noticeably.
Distraught, we drove to a nearby Chevrolet dealer and explained the problem we were having. A technician named Rick spent about 20 minutes trying to open the hood, which he was finally able to do by threading some tool through the grill. It turns out, the release cable had come loose from the hood lock, so that will have to be replaced. In the meantime, however, Rick outfitted the hood with a coat hanger that protrudes from the front of the grill. By pulling on the hanger, I can release the hood. This ingenious trick saved our day and will surely allow us to make it home before needing to deal with the problem. To top everything off, he never even opened a service ticket for us, meaning he spent a good chunk of time helping us out and we didn’t have to pay a penny for it. To thank him, we gave him $20, which he tried to decline, before moving along.
Oh yeah, and I filled the brake fluid, which was exactly what the Suburban really needed in the first place.
By the time we got back on the road, it was already 2:30 p.m. and we hadn’t eaten. We stopped at Frank’s Diner in Jessup, an especially fitting breakfast establishment because Julia’s father’s name is Frank and he used to own a deli. The food was pretty good, though nothing about it was particularly original.
Baltimore has developed a reputation as a rough city (for a glimpse into Baltimore life, I highly recommend the HBO series The Wire – it may be the best show I’ve ever seen), so we stuck to the downtown areas like the Inner Harbor and Little Italy. We first walked along the harbor for a few hours before ducking into a nearby Panera. We used their free internet to research a good place for dinner and a nearby movie theater. At about 8:30 p.m., we went to a restaurant in Little Italy called Sabatino’s. The food was excellent and rich and, considering it was a Friday night, we were able to get out of the theater with plenty of time before the 10 p.m. showing of The Orphanage.
There is very little I can say about The Orphanage besides “amazing.” The last time we saw a “horror” movie was on day 61 in Jackson, WY and I had this to say about it:
I don’t see many horror films these days because I find them to be overwhelmingly trite and meaningless. I prefer thrillers that don’t rely on gratuitous gore and thin plot, but acting, style and substance, like The Shining.
Well, The Orphanage has restored my faith in the genre, for now at least. Every aspect of the film was convincing and chilling; from the acting and writing right down to the sound effects and score. We both liked the film a lot and left the theater with the kind of indescribable feeling that only results from being truly affected by a movie (or play/concert/etc.).
We left Baltimore and are now about halfway between the city and Gettysburg, PA, our destination for tomorrow. Julia is asleep in the car while I finish this post at a Best Western.
Here are today’s photos. Click “there’s more to this” to see them all or visit my SmugMug, which has been updated with all the photos from the last few days I hadn’t been able to transfer.

Lights in Baltimore. Continue reading ‘Day 195: El Orfonato’