House blend, Peregrine Espresso, Washington DC.
Cafe latte, Newseum, Washington DC.
Coffee:
-House blend from Peregrine Espresso in Washington, DC. This was a nice little shop near the Eastern Market. We got our coffee to go, but it seemed like a shop I could have lingered in for a while. I would have read the Washington Post, I think.
-Cafe Latte from the cafe in the Newseum. I again got this cup of coffee to go. There's just too much to see in DC!
From the journal:
DC in a day! Go!
Jer and I rode the metro into the heart of DC. We got off at the Eastern Market and got some coffee...and head cheese. Yeah, cow brains. Brain food. Food for thought. It really wasn't bad. I mean, it won't become a regular part of my diet, but I'm glad we tried it.
After our little snack, we set off to pack as much DC into our day as possible.
First stop: Library of Congress. Wow! Such a beautiful place...and all of it dedicated to books. It was cool to see the Gutenberg Bible and Thomas Jefferson's library, which is the seed of the entire Library of Congress.
Next we went to the Capitol. And though I'm sure there were big important things going on, the thing that amazed us most was how invisible we felt. No one seemed to even see us or care where we wandered. We shuffled along with a group of people who were all wearing "Escorted" tags and ended up in some secure area. We thought about seeing how long we could be unofficial members of this officially escorted group but decided to head on our way. At some point, someone would notice us and would probably care very much where we were wandering.
Each day, the Newseum displays one newspaper from each state. That means my name has been in this very display case when I had a story on the front page of the Casper Star-Tribune.
The Newseum had an entire floor dedicated to news coverage of Hurricane Katrina. It was informative to see an explanation of these sobering marks I saw on houses when I was in New Orleans just a week before.
This is a map of freedom of press around the world. Green is good. Red is not good. Any journalist in a "red" country gets my utmost respect.
Display of front pages from around the nation after the attacks of September 11.
This handwritten newspaper was published in Japan after the tsunami. The news must go on.
After the Capitol, Jeremy went to the sculpture garden while I spent a few hours in the Newseum. Yes, that's right, the Newseum. It's a six-floored museum dedicated to everything newsy. I truly enjoyed it...and I'm not a huge museum person. My favorite exhibit featured every photograph that has ever won a Pulitzer Prize. Some of the images were so powerful they brought tears to my eyes. I also enjoyed the exhibit dedicated to the dangers of reporting news around the world. We are truly lucky to have freedom of the press in this country! Overall, the museum got me all fired up to be a journalist again. I miss it. I want to report the truth. I want to tell people's stories.
One of Jer's famous upside down shots.
Vietnam Veteran's Memorial.
World War II memorial.
Thank you to all who have served and are now serving.
After the Newseum, Jer and I marveled at the Washington Monument, pondered the World War II memorial, reflected on the sacrifice of soldiers at the Vietnam Veteran's Memorial, and gazed up at the much-larger-than-life Lincoln Memorial.
All in all, we probably walked about 10 miles. Sometimes I felt patriotic. Sometimes I wished I knew more about history. Often I wished I was more passionate about politics. Perhaps that is something I can work on.
Jazz in the Gardens. The entire sculpture garden was packed with DC-ers turned sardines.
Before leaving town, we met up with our host, Kim, and her boyfriend at Jazz in the Gardens. I have never seen so many people jammed into a park. Wherever there was ground, there were people sitting on blankets...all dressed up and drinking gobs of sangria. You could hardly hear the jazz. So weird.
We drove to Jeremy's sister's house in Delaware late at night. Jer is now "home."
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