Ode to DC
This past Saturday found me meandering aimlessly (more often than not) along the grandiose streets of Washington, DC. Having only been to DC once before, I was understandably exuberant. Not only is DC an ideal place for those of us who are watching our pennies; but, in my opinion, DC provides the best of both worlds–city life at a slower pace. Among the museums of interest, the Holocaust Museum is a definite must. The popularity of this site was evident even before we set foot inside the museum, with lines that snaked its way along the outside of the building. Somewhere between crossing the grassy expanse of the National Mall and trying to find the nearest metro terminal, we got caught in a sudden downpour. Prior to this deluge, however, a peculiar incident was manifesting itself–we were caught in the middle of a protest (a peaceful one to be sure). My roommate and I were intrigued. After weaving our way through the masses, we made our way to the front of the crowd hoping to capture some footage of this memorable event. For this determined throng of people the heavy downpour was no deterrent, whose numbers exceeded 700, in my rough estimate. Never could I have suspected that I would witness a demonstration of this magnitude, in the nation’s capital no less. I wonder what DC will have in store for me the next time I visit.