My daughter-in-law, Diann, bought tickets to the National Aquarium in Baltimore, Maryland last week. Her birthday was on Saturday, so everyone in our household went there on Saturday morning (all eight of us). The house we live in is only about 30 minutes from Baltimore, so the act of traveling didn’t tire us out before we got there.
There’s a first for everything, and this is the first (and probably the last) time I visited a public aquarium. Diann told me she thinks the aquarium in Tennessee Aquarium in Chattanooga, Tennessee is bigger.
The Wikipedia page for the National Aquarium goes into great detail about it. If I try to describe everything I saw, I won’t even come close to the amount of information on that page.
I saw sea creatures, river creatures, amphibians and some of the wildlife that lived above or near those habitats. I’m lucky to see what I could see. There were so many people there, with many of them crowding the windows of the exhibits, that I missed a lot. The only animals I didn’t miss were those that weren’t behind glass. I had no difficulty seeing the large fish, sharks and rays of the Blacktip Reef on the first level.
There are five levels to the National Aquarium, and we took escalators up to each level above and then back down below. We spent more than two and a half hours looking at whatever we could get close enough to see. When we finished, we headed over to a nearby restaurant for lunch.
While I was looking at certain fish at the aquarium, I imagined talking to them and saying things like “After this, I’m going to go eat your brother.” I didn’t imagine that our next stop would be a seafood restaurant. When we walked out of the aquarium building, we had a choice of a Phillips Seafood restaurant or a Hard Rock Cafe in front of us. Diann, or her husband, chose the seafood.
Needless to say, each of us had seafood of one kind or another. I remember crab dip, pollock and haddock fish, crab cakes and fries. I don’t remember much of anything else. Regardless, it was too much for lunch and I ended up skipping dinner. Almost everyone else did as well.
Every time my wife, Josie, and I live with our oldest son, Joe, we end up going places we never would have gone to on our own. Places in the states of Alabama and Mississippi are just a few I can mention. I can only guess how many other places he’ll want to go before we can escape and head back to the Philippines.