We safely arrived in D.C. late the other night to arrive at my dear friend Dave's apartment. As we crashed on his floor we were too exhausted to make plans for the up-coming day of American exploration. And I have decided to write a little poem for you so you may better comprehend the adventure we had inside the District of Columbia...
Awoke with a droggy and drowsy way in our step
Stopping at the DuPont circle, in search of some coffee and pep
It failed us as we sluggishly and sloggishly drug ourselves down town
You would think the White House would change our frown
But not-knowing what we were searching for in miles
And not knowing how to search DC style
We got weaker and weaker with the tourist dance
And said "screw that prance"
So we scattered around the capitol and did as we pleased
When a smile then breezed and brought in some ease
So we traveled to the Arlington graves
Staring and stalking at the beauty of the slaves of our brave
After chatting with old Abe we continued on our way
That was our DC day
Confusing bus rides, pestering parking places, misplaced maps and continual collapse
Plus three hidden notes from a love of mine, which made for the perfect treasure hunt
So a little more blunt... we were
A little more patriotic at the end of the day
A little more wiped of the tourist way
A little smile for even though is was waring and taring and tiring
It was indeed admiring, aspiring, inspiring and most of all... perspiring
After that fun little dance with US politics and history we skipped south to the land of lovers. In Virginia we rested. We slept on the floor of Kathleen (a highschool bestie) and her husband's home. We crashed hard and spent today doing things that would rest us up for the last leg of our trip (which indeed calls for one to be rested up). So today in the tree-filled land of hills and lovers I ran and went to a farmer's market and got lost and had chai at a sweet little celtic coffee shop, while Lacey joined in on some and Candice slept and stayed sprawled on the cool carpet.
So, now back to the beginning of this boring blog (boring due to the fact that it is 2:00am and the last couple days have seemed longer than 24 hours). We are Tennessee bound. Let me just put it to you this way, inside the black letters of the upcoming blogs you will not find bore but hopefully come to adore. Because ladies and gents we are indeed headed on a new venture chapter. Because we are nearing Nashville and I never knew how anxious I would be to be back in the south.
We are headed to not just sleeping on a fellow's floor, but headed to a ritzy hotel to sleep on the plush beds, because of a stranger who has a heart of gold and is willing to take care of college students on a budget. Because we are not headed to dancing but to honky-tonk boot-scootin boogies for our booties. Because we are not just headed to another city we are headed to Nashville, Tennessee.
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