Saturday, October 30, 2010

Another Day in D.C.

Oct. 15th

Now this is what a Post Office should look like!
Jon and Sylvia are kind enough to offer us lodging for one night. We share stories of the years since High School, the years in high school, and Nicole and I try to explain our bike trip as a combination of fun and frustration. As former residents of Baltimore, Jon and Sylvia can't help but laugh at our experience in the state of Maryland.

"That's the Pulaski Highway for you," said Jon. "When I worked in Baltimore there was a motel across the street. It was just named "Motel."

Apparently, "motel" didn't have any all-night clientele either.

Nicole claims these to be the best Eggs Benedict ever.
In the morning, we head to a nearby restaurant that serves local produce. It's a 25 minute wait, say the hostess. No problem. Jon leaves his name with the hostess and we walk across the street to the local farmer's market. Nicole and I grab some more apples for the road.


After lunch, Nicole and I head back to downtown D.C. for the most interesting garden of all: The White House! Michelle's garden is part of the walking tour of the White House grounds. It's not just Nicole and I who are excited when we see the garden: practically everyone else on the walking tour lines up to take a photo as well.

Later, we head to the Air and Space Museum. We get there with just enough time before they close to ride a virtual reality fighter jet. I'm the pilot; Nicole, the gunner. I scare Nicole with my aggressive maneuvering. I ease up a little bit, but that makes it harder for us to chase the Russian MiGs. Oh well.

Let's crash land honey!


In the evening, we tour the Supreme Court and the Capital (again) at sunset. Once again, the Capital is beautiful. Afterwords, we return to the Chateau Jon and Sylvia, where Chef Jon has prepared dinner for us. We share some more stories, and before long it is time for us to retire, before getting back on the bikes tomorrow and heading into the Confederacy . . .

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