washington DC. I haven't been here since I was a kid. I remember the Arlington cemetery - rows and rows of white graves, and the metro, and a parrot at the hotel named Bart. Nothing whatsoever about the museums although I know we went to at least the Smithsonian.
This time here for work and I feel i'll be lucky if i see anything. I took a taxi from the airport when I landed around 9, and we drove along the dark river and I could see the Monument and parts of the Mall all lit up and it was beautiful. I always forget about how there are so many places to be.
11:59 p.m. - 2014-09-15
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