D.C. is beautiful, and that really can’t be overstated, especially this time of year with the cherry blossoms and bright blue skies and hot afternoons. Within a day or so of arriving, I’d decided I could live in Georgetown and find a job doing, well, anything, just to get to walk among professionally dressed people on cell phones, stunning historic architecture, brick walkways and fresh flowers.
I mean, look at this river! Walking distance from shops and old churches, it was filled with crew teams practicing, and I could have sat by the edge, my feet dangling, for hours while the sun beat down and the cool breeze blew my hair. And that was just Georgetown.
We didn’t do museums, but Thursday night was an event at the Capitol Building, amongst 145 or so DePaul alumni, where we took private tours of the rotunda and sat above the in-session senate floor. Our group waited in an elevator, going up and down floors, while the king of Jordan passed by, I’m told right after President Obama. And I met Terry Gainer, Senate Sergeant at Arms and Nicest Alumnus Ever, who shook my hand and took pictures with us after the event ended.
One night after dinner, we walked out to the National Mall, becoming part of huge crowds by the White House and tourists at the Washington Monument. People were jogging and running everywhere, and who can blame them? I’d take this scenery any day, gladly.
Have you been to the Lincoln Memorial? It is huge, people. Huge. I’d love to know what President Lincoln would think.
But enough about that.
I guess some people travel to D.C. for the museums or monuments, but, as you might have guessed, we went for the food. And boy, did we eat.
Every night we had some version of tapas—Spanish, at Jaleo Thursday night; Mediterranean at Zaytinya Friday night; Spanish again at Mar de Plata with my old roommate Sonja, who drove in to see us. Georgetown is where we ate the ice cream pictured above, at Thomas Sweet, just across from a French place where we had lunch. I can’t wait to tell you about it.
By the time Sunday came, when our delayed flight descended over drab Chicago, all I could think was What am I doing here?
I have much more to tell you, but since I have the day off today, I’m going to go enjoy it—and whatever this city throws at me. Meanwhile, if you’re impatient like I am, you can check out the Flickr album I’ve set aside. Warning: you might just fall in love with D.C., too.
The Survey: Oh and to all of you who commented and filled out the survey – thank you! Reading the answers last night, I laughed out loud and cried in parts. You’re a good bunch. Glad to be sharing my eating with you.