Our children attend our private church school and every two years the graduating classes take a trip to Washington D.C. Since it is a small school there are approximately three to five students in each class so it works well to take two classes at a time. This time there were 7 graduates and 2 couples trying to keep up with them.
We left early on a Tuesday morning and came back early on Friday morning. Between those two times, there was a lot of walking, learning about history, walking, much sightseeing, interesting happenings, very little sleeping, more walking, some good eating and lots of fun!
We took the Metro from place to place and the first day we spent quite a bit of time studying these maps to figure out which train to catch. It wasn’t long before they had it down pat and knew exactly where they were going. I just followed and hoped they were right. They always were.
I am not a history buff, far removed from it, and there was a lot of history to absorb on this trip. All I had to do was ask the guy beside me and he usually knew every detail I wanted and more.
I’ll try to keep the places straight but facts about each place are pretty sketchy coming from me so I’ll refrain from giving those.
The Tomb of the Uknown Soldier
Changing of the guard
Our grand crew! They were a fun and entertaining gang to tour with.
In search of food
Hill Country BBQ … good food.
You ordered the meat by the pound or piece if you couldn’t eat a quarter pound.
A song kept running through my mind while we were there.
All those people going somewhere, why have I never cared
Give me your eyes for just one second
Give me your eyes so I can see,
Everything that I keep missing,
Give your love for humanity.
Give me your arms for the broken-hearted
The ones that are far beyond my reach.
Give me Your heart for the ones forgotten.
Give me Your eyes so I can see.
The Washington Monument
World War II Memorial
When the first day was all said and done, we logged approximately 12 miles of walking in heat that was unbelieveable for the end of September! I think we averaged 10- 12 miles each day we were there. So, I believe it was completely understandable that this person who does not know the meaning of the word exercise would collapse on the floor right inside the door after the 2nd day.
We used Air B&B for lodging.
It was only a few minutes walk to the Metro.
First thing on Wednesday morning we had an appointment with the White House. Well, really to tour the White House, but the first way sounds better.
A dining room in the White House by the looks of it,
but I don’t remember anything about it.
Our White House photo with Josh wearing a glowing halo.
Our next stop was at the Capital. Our tour guide was somehow connected to Ohio and did an excellent job.
This room was beautiful!
The dome ceiling!
We also toured the Public Vault that afternoon. Every kind of document you could wish to see. So. so. so. much reading there.
Our evening meal was at the Matchbox.
We were on the 3rd floor back in a corner. Adorable little joint.
The guys chose to go back to the house after eating and Eric escorted the ladies to see the Capital after dark. It was beautiful and worth the extra walking.
Thursday morning we toured Ford’s Theater.
The box were Lincoln was sitting when he was assassinated.
After a trip through a gift shop it was no longer a question whether we were tourists or not. Another give away was the close proximity they kept with the flying Metro.
We spent over 2 hours at the Holocaust Museum. It was sobering and unbelievable. We came away with a new perspective.
One last Metro ride
And back we were in
Bonnie the old motorhome our lovely motorcoach for our ride home. We fought rushhour traffic and arrived nowhere fast so a better option was waiting somewhere in the city for everyone else to get home.
The Jefferson Memorial
If you have older children, take them to D.C. It is a great learning experience!
I loved the hustle and bustle of the city, seeing all the people, the architecture, the beauty of the place, and the history, but I tell you, I was very glad to come back to my little house in the woods that I call home.