This is a description of my visit to Cincinnati. I spent there just a few days but a lot of interetsing things happened.
I was greeted by a huge “Welcome to the USA” sign — straight out of an 80s Dynasty episode.
Hotel breakfast? No chance to make a simple ham and cheese sandwich — but at least you can grab a coffee to go. That’s one consolation.
Crossed the bridge into Kentucky, officially checked off another state… but somehow missed having lunch at KFC.
Stopped by the main fountain downtown and pretended to understand the baseball game playing on the big screen.
The skyscrapers? There are a few — probably built when Nixon was still president.
Spotted a funny-looking ship on the river — not sure what it was doing there, but it looked cool.
Decided to take a ballpark tour, but first things first: had to snap a photo with the giant baseball glove.
Found a statue of what I assume is some famous baseball commentator (no idea who, though).
At the entrance: “No entry if you have any guns on you.” Gotta love America. Are they ever to sacrifice their access to firearms to reduce violence?
Then came the best sports tour I’ve ever had. For $30, I spent 90 super exciting minutes with a few Americans, two Austrian guys, and our amazing guide Kelly — who showed us every corner of the stadium and talked about baseball with pure passion. We Europeans were so impressed we even offered to become official baseball ambassadors in Europe (if they’d pay us, of course). The tour was so amazing that it helped me develop an interest in baseball.
Saw the scouts’ operations across the country — one guy, Cholowsky, must have Polish roots.
Checked out the team bench — pretty worn out — apparently because players usually sit on the backrest and rest their feet on the actual seat.
Finished at the team’s museum, met a “hitter” and “pitcher,” and then wandered around the Over-the-Rhine district to wrap up the day.
