beautiful morning
It’s my last morning here in DC and I doubt I could find the city to be more lovely than it is right now. I’m sitting outside this little bagel shop in Georgetown, reading and typing away, waiting for Chipotle to open. Maybe it seems weird to be in such a wonderful city with so many restaurants and still want Chipotle, but I rarely understand my own mysteries.
Today I’m on my own (pretty much). Kerry, Anthony, and Shaw are all at the airport; my flight doesn’t leave for another 8 hours or so, so I’m still wandering around (with my luggage in tow, none-the-less). I’m not really looking forward to going back home or working on my creative component.
Georgetown was probably my favorite part of the trip, which is why I’m back again today. I was also here yesterday, the day where we all toured DC by ourselves. I like the old buildings and unique shops and boutiques. Reality seems a little less harsh here, perfect for a romantic like me.
I haven’t gotten much sleep while we’ve been here, but I decided that I was willing to accept that. After the first morning here, we realized we had to get up early to take the Metro into the city in order to have time to visit the museums, etc. The Metro is the underground rail system that traverses the city. We bought weeklong passes so that we wouldn’t have to hassle with it anymore, which was really the best option (they were only $34.00). Our hotel was about 10 minutes away from Ty and Alana’s apartment and the Metro station, so we were able to get a ride to the station from them or split a fairly inexpensive taxi. Surprisingly, I love riding the Metro; surprising because I usually don’t like being around that many people, and some of them can be downright surly. However, I like the energy of the morning commuters. They have a fast pace and the underground tunnels pulse with trains and people.
Some other highlights from the trip: I did most of the major things in the city itself, including Arlington Cemetery, the National Gallery, the Natural History Museum, and the National Mall (this is the area that contains most of the Smithsonian museums, Capitol Hill, and the Washington Monument). I also went to the Lincoln and Jefferson monuments, the latter of which was by far my favorite. It was peaceful and right on the water (we also went there after the sun had set and the fading light made it difficult for me to get a clear picture). I liked the museums, but the buildings and Botanic Gardens were my favorite. There’s something about the architecture of men and nature that I find much more fascinating that museum art (although I did especially enjoy the sculpture and Monet wings of the National Gallery).
I’ve accomplished more walking this past week than I’m even prepared to count. I also ate a lot and am glad I don’t have to feel too guilty about straying from my calorie counting. Of course we did a little drinking—but only a couple nights. Repeat hangovers aren’t the best way to appreciate history and art.
Today I’m on my own (pretty much). Kerry, Anthony, and Shaw are all at the airport; my flight doesn’t leave for another 8 hours or so, so I’m still wandering around (with my luggage in tow, none-the-less). I’m not really looking forward to going back home or working on my creative component.
Georgetown was probably my favorite part of the trip, which is why I’m back again today. I was also here yesterday, the day where we all toured DC by ourselves. I like the old buildings and unique shops and boutiques. Reality seems a little less harsh here, perfect for a romantic like me.
I haven’t gotten much sleep while we’ve been here, but I decided that I was willing to accept that. After the first morning here, we realized we had to get up early to take the Metro into the city in order to have time to visit the museums, etc. The Metro is the underground rail system that traverses the city. We bought weeklong passes so that we wouldn’t have to hassle with it anymore, which was really the best option (they were only $34.00). Our hotel was about 10 minutes away from Ty and Alana’s apartment and the Metro station, so we were able to get a ride to the station from them or split a fairly inexpensive taxi. Surprisingly, I love riding the Metro; surprising because I usually don’t like being around that many people, and some of them can be downright surly. However, I like the energy of the morning commuters. They have a fast pace and the underground tunnels pulse with trains and people.
Some other highlights from the trip: I did most of the major things in the city itself, including Arlington Cemetery, the National Gallery, the Natural History Museum, and the National Mall (this is the area that contains most of the Smithsonian museums, Capitol Hill, and the Washington Monument). I also went to the Lincoln and Jefferson monuments, the latter of which was by far my favorite. It was peaceful and right on the water (we also went there after the sun had set and the fading light made it difficult for me to get a clear picture). I liked the museums, but the buildings and Botanic Gardens were my favorite. There’s something about the architecture of men and nature that I find much more fascinating that museum art (although I did especially enjoy the sculpture and Monet wings of the National Gallery).
I’ve accomplished more walking this past week than I’m even prepared to count. I also ate a lot and am glad I don’t have to feel too guilty about straying from my calorie counting. Of course we did a little drinking—but only a couple nights. Repeat hangovers aren’t the best way to appreciate history and art.
