Greetings from Fortress America. You have to add an hour to go anywhere in this town now. You're searched at every building you enter - apparently my belt buckle is made of some delicious metal that detectors love to feast on - and thus you have to wait in line for an hour for even the most boring of venues and get half undressed. On top of that there are big highway barrier things strewn everywhere and lots of orange flexible fencing. It's really sad. Like a national anxiety attack. As George Hanson said, "This used to be one hell of a country."
We just got back from our first jaunt into the District. Super Giant Killer was amazing. She went from 10am to 5pm and saw the Lincoln, the Wsahington, Korea, Vietnam, WWII, Albert Einstein, Library of Congress, and the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception. OK, her fave was the Metro. She wanted to ride it all day. The only place she wanted any souvenirs was at the Shrine. She got a St Joan of Arc medal, a Mother Cabrini medal and a magnetic glow-in-the-dark Our Lady of Lourdes statue. She was a real trooper. The Self caught a ride into town with our host and we ate lunch outside LC about 2:00 and then she left with the host about 3.
Myrna was a mess. Let me be the first to tell you prairie dogs have an atrocious sense of patriotism. So far she has been seen on top of FDR's hat, climbing the Washington Monument and sniffing Lincoln's piggy that stayed home.
Sorry, don't have a USB port to upload pix. Later, though. Poor prep on my part I admit.
Unfortunately, no cinnamon rolls today. In fact last night YHWH was grousing about that very fact and is contemplating leaving a day early just so we can get back to a Holiday Inn Express. They are deadly good I assure you. Ooh, last night we went to a Mexican restaurant here. Believe, me they don't know Mexican here. And after we had this great ice cream from York Ice Cream. A Jamaican family runs it and I had a double dip of rum raisin and Guiness. Really good. I'm having a double dip of Ganja and Jerked Chicken in a cone tonight. Actually, I'm probably having a burrito at 7-11 because everyone else is going to eat Ethiopian food, which I thought was an oxymoron.
Tomorrow is museum day. Hopefully SGK's stamina will hold up.
TODAY BY THE NUMBERS
Miles walked: 4.5
Metro rides: 4
Pennies spent on transport: 2,250
Hours waiting to be searched: 2.5
National Park passport stamps: 18
Cinnamon rolls: 0
Cups of coffee: 0
Oz. in SGK's bottle of water: 48
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...and why is it that when Okies visit in other states they always want to take you to a Mexican place? I know there are those who say that what's in OK is not authentic, but I'm pretty sure it's closer than what I've eaten in in DC (twice!) and in Birmingham, AL, of all places. And authentic or not, it's better.
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