Walking the Streets

Yesterday's post was lame city. I as looking at it again and thought, "What kind of weak description is that for the first leg of the trip?" I was a bit low on time, but still. So today, you'll at least get to see what I saw even if they are often tilted slightly to the left.

Anyhow, Washington was really cool. My only regret so far has been that I did not take near enough pictures. We moved around at such a fast pace that I didn't really get to shoot near as many things as I would have liked. Alas. These are some of the things I saw just walking about. The place was packed. We tried to get in to see a couple of what I'm told are awesome places, but lines were around the block, so I settled for just seeing as much on foot as I could.

It was chilly. In the forties, and the wind was blowing like mad. Most students did not bring much for a jacket (surprise). And I don't think I had walked so much in years. A solid 2 1/2 hours on foot, not to mention the rest of the standing around waiting for students and working my way through the Holocaust Museum.

Well, I suppose I should get some work done around here.

D.C. Trip Part I

The alarm went off at 3, but I had been awake for most of the night. It was like going to camp when I was a kid: early to bed, can't fall asleep, wake up twice an hour once I finally drift away. I got up and was surprised that I wasn't dead to the world.

I was at the school by 3:45, loaded up some kids and began driving to Omaha. It was silent the entire drive. The students I hauled were unknown to me, so I couldn't drag any info from them. We exited earlier than I normally do, following the caravan of six other cars. The street was closed due to construction and there were no detour signs. We drove for an extra half hour, turning, stopping, complaining, freaking out.

I wanted to get back on the highway, but the exit we took doesn't have an on-ramp to get onto the highway again. The only way I could think of would be to drive back down the highway the opposite direction, but I didn't know how long it would take, and time was slipping away. We finally found the secret passageway through the streets of Omaha that got us to downtown, and I led the folks to the airport from there. We drop kids off with less than half an hour before our flight was to depart.

We got back at almost midnight, leaving me wasted and will probably kill me as I go to Aikido and volleyball tonight. But I must away.