Off to DC

8/31

I took Lexy to the airport and we both got there very early. Since my flight was domestic and hers was international, we had to part ways and sit at our respective gates alone. It started to rain and my flight sat on the tarmack for 2 hours before finally taking off for Dulles. My brother met me at the airport and off we went to his apartment. He lives in Columbia Heights, a neighborhood he calls "transitional" but I would call "scary".

I spent most of my time walking from museum to museum, spending quite a bit of time at the newly opened National Portrait Gallery and The Holocaust Museum. We had dinner at an Ethiopian restaurant, of which there are many in D.C. I don't particularly care for using injera bread to mop up soupy food since it drips all over my hands. But the cubed beef was well seasoned. My brother met me at the train station, with my train ticket already purchased for me. What a sweet brother! His office had a power outage so he had some time to kill that morning. I took the train to Baltimore and hopped my Southwest flight home.

When Walker picked me up from the airport we went straight to Zachary's. I told our waiter we just came back from New York and there wasn't any comparison to the pizza at this Berkeley institution. "I'm from Manhattan," he said. "and I couldn't agree more. Welcome home".