Sunday, February 22, 2009

Trusting Our Instincts - Cross-Country Road Trip 4.2

When we finally found a parking spot in the heart of Philadelphia big enough for the rig, we were more than ready to get out and grab some dinner at McGillin's, Philly's oldest pub. We started walking and were approached by a couple of shady characters asking random questions, which left us feeling uneasy about leaving the van unattended. It was getting dark and we just didn't know a whole lot about the area where we had parked.

We got to the pub and just weren't feeling good about the van (and all of our stuff). Being the gentleman that he is, James braved the cold again and moved it to a pay lot while I stayed warm inside. I made him call me as soon as he got to the van just to make sure he wasn't being jumped or something. Even though we had searched the city for so long for that spot, our peace of mind was well worth the $20.

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