Washington DC is not only one of my favorite cities, but also I would dare say my abode for a decade and I miss it dearly. Don’t get me wrong, I love my job and the opportunity it gives me and my family to move around internationally and explore the world, as well as prove myself every two to three years; if I do not get evacuated from post.
I would be lying if I said I did not miss friends, old haunts, and even the intrigue and politics of the city and the Hill. I guess being gone for a time makes one anxious for a return, which allows one to savor the city and its environs all the more.
Fortunately, work has taken me back to Washington DC twice in the past six months. It has allowed me to explore the city both on the day of arrival and of departure on the weekend – sorry during the other time in the city, work and its obligations is a relentless task master that does not afford much time to explore.
So I guess any opportunity I get, I will maximize it to the most. This time around I explored everything between old town Alexandria (even hit Starbucks numerous times) to Capitol Hill down through the mall (including the Shackler for a quick half hour visit) and around the tidal basin (including the Jefferson Memorial) and up to the Lincoln Memorial (by way of the FDR, MLK, and WWI and Korea memorials. Experiencing along the way as many of the sights and the characters that make Washington DC so special.
Walked by main State, and waved at the security cameras, and got on the orange line and headed out to Georgetown via Rosslyn. I even ran up the hundred or so runs on the mechanical escalator with my pack just for old-time sake, to prove that though a young old fart, I am still in decent shape, and then across the Key Bridge.
On the other side of the river, I even find the time to climb the exorcist stairs, hit GU’s bookstore for a school cap – go Hoyas, and take a picture of the little row house with a view of the Potomac that wifie and I considered buying when we first moved to DC.
Finished the day off as the sun is setting at Pizza Paradiso enjoying the Belgian beers I cannot get in Peru, some pizza Atomica, and all the olives I can eat when I get tapped on the shoulder by a headquarters’ retiree which allowed me the chance to catch up with a friend. Ah, life is good in the nation’s capital.
I am so sorely tempted to make an offer on that little 120 year-old row house, with its English garden with its big trees, its tiny rooms but with a view of the river and around the corner from GU. Guess I will have to wait a while until I rotate back home.
Cheers from an on the road FSO.