First, let me say this is another post that simply details my life, which is probably belongs in a private journal. If anyone has an idea about what direction they would like me to take this blog I would really appreciate the advice.
One of the reasons I was looking forward to moving to D.C. was because I would be in an urban environment where I could get around simply by using the public transportation. Some will recall that this was one of my favorite things to do in Germany, and it still holds true today.
Before stepping foot on the L2 bus I planned on going to the Irish Festival in Arlington, or a Smithsonian Museum (but I usually do museums on Sunday).
While sitting on the bust contemplating on what to do today, and feeling rejuvenated from my conquest of the LSAT in the morning I decided I was up to the challenge of walking the city (D.C. transplants frequently say D.C. is such a small city). So I disembarked at Adams Morgan because Friendship Heights, while technically part of D.C., it's generally considered suburbia). I have to say I really had no idea where I was going, but that's almost half the excitement, a quarter is people watching, and a third are the insights you come to as your gait becomes monotonous [I'm reminded of a passage in the Wu-Manual where the RZA nostalgically reminisces about how he use to walk around NY just dwelling on life).
I did set out on a rough path to Virginia. I walked to Dupont Circle, and then I attempted to get to Georgetown. After getting a bit lost in the immediate proximity of Dupont I eventually ended up zig-zagging my way to Georgetown. I thought about availing myself of the recent bacon cupcake creations, but my stomach revolted and I acquiesced.
Instead, I chomped on a few almonds that I had brought on the trek as I walked to Virginia across the Francis Scott Key bridge.
Not quite as impressive as walking to Asia in Istanbul, but I felt accomplished. At this point I knew the Irish festival would be dying down so I thought I would check out some of the monuments. I located a directory and set out on a path across the Theodore Roosevelt Memorial Bridge.
I snapped some (imho) picturesque pictures of the Lincoln Memorial, the WWII memorial, and the Washington Monument as walked down the national mall.
"nostalgically reminisces about how he use to walk around NY just dwelling on life)".
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