Greetings LRD readers!
I am writing from you from the US of A, in a hotel room in NYC after an 8.5 hour bus ride from Washington, DC! For those of you who don’t know: NO, it does not take 8.5 hours to drive from Washington to NYC…unless your bus gets a flat tire.
Our annual NYC mother-daughter shopping trip was extended this year to begin with a few days in Washington.
It turns out that not only do I know nothing about Canadian history, I also know nothing about American history… and while we are on the topic, World history.
Washington was mostly about sightseeing, with food being an afterthought and shopping being non-existent.
It was overwhelming how much information I received in the last 4 days.
We started by visiting Arlington Cemetery where we walked the grounds and watched the changing of the guards (top right).
From there we walked to the Lincoln Memorial (top left), the Washington Monument (top right), the White house (bottom left), and finally the Capitol Building (process of elimination). Then our feet fell off.
While we were at the White House we completely invaded the Obama’s privacy and snapped a pic of the famous vegetable garden:
I also have to admit that while the Lincoln Memorial and the Capitol Building were just spectacular to see (the Capitol Building is one of the nicest buildings I have ever seen), the highlight of the Washington Monument was this puddle of baby ducks:
My two favorite places to visit in DC were the Old Post Office which had the best 360 degree view of the city and the Newseum where I learned more about history in 4 hours than I have in the last 21 years of my life.
While most of our time in Washington was spent catching up on the last 200 years of history, we did manage to eat at two FANTASTIC restaurants. The first was Bar-Code, a bar in the center of Washington that served American food at the most affordable prices we saw during our visit. It helped that Monday night was happy hour from 3pm-close…
Amazing food, amazing service, amazing atmosphere, and really strong drinks.
The next was in Georgetown, a larger-scale version of Hamilton’s Locke Street, at an Italian restaurant called il Canale. When we walked down the street there were three Italian restaurants side-by-side, and the friendly host at il Canale came out on the street to offer us a slice of pizza. The other two restaurants didn’t stand a chance. This pizza brought Momma Red, Jess and I all back to our visit to Italy. This pizza was authentic. We also got to eat on the rooftop patio overlooking the Georgetown streets below
My feet my be hurting but my wallet isn’t which is exactly why the next three days are dedicated to shopping, puchasing, and buying, and shopping. And clothes. And buying clothes. There is a good chance we will go shopping too.