Published by the Students of Johns Hopkins since 1896
March 30, 2023
Leisure is the section where we highlight the intriguing, exciting and all-around fun events and activities happening in Baltimore over the weekend.
At the time of writing this, I have been varying degrees of hungry and sore for roughly 48 hours.
I’m from Mumbai, so going home for fall break would probably take me just about as long as fall break itself. I’d probably land just in time to grab a nice lunch at the airport and then be on a 30-hour journey back here right in time for my Monday morning 9 a.m.
If you’re an avid “Your Weekend” reader (here’s looking at you, Dad) you may have noticed a certain Fell’s Point based bakery cropping up with an alarming frequency. Yes, that’s right: It’s time to talk about my doughy little secret.
I’ll be honest: When I sat down to write this article, I had no idea where to begin. “Fun activities and events in Baltimore.” What a foreign concept! When was the last time I luxuriated in something like that?
With the stress of midterms upon us, many students are looking for a place to let their guard down and forget about grades for a while, myself included.
I’ve always been a farmer’s market type of person, or at least I’ve always wanted to be a farmer’s market type of person. It’s important to have goals.
Despite the fact that temperatures are once again approaching the mid-80s, fall has come to Baltimore, date-wise. That means your Instagram feed will soon be totally flooded with photos of acquaintances enjoying the weather in warm color palettes.
I’ve walked and driven by The Maryland Zoo in Baltimore plenty of times. Each time I reminded myself I should really check it out sometime soon, especially since it’s only a 10-minute drive from campus.
I grew up in Central New York, where the nearest state park is usually no more than a 10-minute drive away. The number of parks plus the fact that there really isn’t much to do in Syracuse meant that spending time outside became one of the most important parts of my life.
I’ve never claimed to be a beacon of good taste, but I like to think that I know a good Indian place when I eat at one.
I’ve been on a little bit of a museum kick lately.
It was already a bit dark by the time we pulled in to the nearly full, gravel parking lot of Birroteca, an Italian restaurant — I think it might technically go by “pizzeria,” but I’ve forgotten — resting in the luxuriant shade of I-83 as it goes over Jones Falls.
When I first moved to Baltimore for school last year, the most common question I received from friends and family was “What are you going to eat?!”
The school year is just starting to rev up, which means it’s time for a few of my favorite things: fresh stationery, taking notes for the first 30 minutes of class and Hampdenfest.
