In Love With the Metro

This place is definitely not Rexburg, Idaho. It’s not homogenous in any sense of the word. Every day I see and meet interesting people who carry on with very different lives and come from all sorts of backgrounds. These are the people that I love to watch.

I’m a people watcher. I’m a people lover.

Here are some of the lovely things I’ve seen on the metro along the way:

Old man carrying a large bouquet of red roses. I hope in my heart he was taking them home to give to his lovely wife of 50+ years.

Black girl with her techno music playing on her phone for the whole world to hear.

Guy talking to himself and reassuring himself he’s smart.

The nice woman who offered me a piece of cinnamon gum on a hot humid tired day when I really needed it.

Man practicing his hip hop moves in front of everyone.

The lady who had to push everyone aside in order to rush off the metro just in time to throw up everywhere. The sad part? Not a single person helped her. No one rushed to her aide or asked if she was alright. No one even batted an eye brow. I was in the middle of the train and unable to get off in time to help her before the doors closed and the metro started to move. I was appalled and saddened by everyone's lack of care.

The best one of all: Man wearing a jean loin cloth, no shirt, with his beard braided, and carrying an obviously hand-carved walking stick (please imagine that in your head right now). A slight reminder of Cast Away only this man was stuck in the middle of the District.

Every day is truly an adventure.

I’m in love with this place.

Air Force Memorial

Adventure: Air Force Memorial

My first exposure of any kind to the Air Force was when I lived with one of my closest friends Courtney and learned that her dad was in the Air Force and was a professor at the Air Force Academy in Colorado. Hearing about her dad’s work and his love for flying amazing jets was really intriguing to me. It amazing me how people actually become jet pilots and the rush they must feel every time they strap into a plane. I don’t know if I could do it but I sure do applaud their courage and ability. It must take a lot of guts and a whole lot of training. You go guys.

A Wall of Names, A Wall that we Honor

Adventure: Vietnam Memorial

I think of the thousands of names engraved on mirror-like marble walls. I think of the war that changed warfare and changed us forever. I think of the families who were affected, the nations that were affected, and the feelings of loss and defeat. How grateful I am that we can remember those people forever. How grateful I am that we at least have their names, that we can honor them, that we can look to them on that marble wall, the wall that gets taller and then smaller.

I hope we never have another Vietnam in our history.

I've never been to Korea

Adventure: Korean Memorial

FREEDOM IS NOT FREE

Our nation honors her sons and daughters who answered the call to defend a country they never knew and a people they never met. – Inscribed in the ground at the Korean Memorial

Just a little WWII

Adventure: World War II Memorial

My first weekend here in DC I was able to go to the WWII Memorial with my dad, stepmom, and some family friends where we enjoyed a performance from the Army Jazz Band. I will never forget that night. It was a perfect summer evening with a slight breeze and the concert lit my heart up and reminded me of the sacrifice of all those in the armed forces.

I love the WWII Memorial because it’s one of the few places in DC where I can find the word Utah engraved in something. Even though I’m falling in love with DC and it’s already becoming very much a part of me, I will always be a Utahn to my core. I’m a proud Utahn and a proud Westerner (although my wardrobe is very quickly becoming more East Coast day by day).

Honest Abe

I can get enough of this city. Every day brings adventures, new sights, new sounds, new crazy people to watch, and so much more.

When the weather is nice (and when I say nice I mean not raining and not stifling hot and 100 degrees) I try to take advantage of every second and see all I can.

The Lincoln Memorial was one that made a strong impression on me when I came to DC as a high school student. I remember my teacher and high school mentor Mr. Miner teaching us that while so many people want to take God out of everything, they would have to tear down every single monument in DC if they wanted to eliminate God. That’s because so many of the quotes and memorials contain inspiring messages to Him, about Him, and for Him. On the marble walls of the Lincoln are etched these words:

With malice towards none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right, as God gives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are in, to bind up the nation’s wounds, to care for him who shall have borne the battle, and for his widow and his orphan- to do all which may achieve and cherish a just and lasting peace among ourselves and with all nations.

It gives me shivers.

(the back side)

(the front side)

Abraham Lincoln has always been an icon of justice, humility, and strength in my eyes. He represents freedom…..and freedom is what we celebrate in DC. I think it appropriate that Mr. Lincoln has a giant memorial where he sits in his chair overlooking the mall and ensuring that freedom is preserved. Just above his head it says:

In this temple, as in the hearts of the people for whom he saved the Union, the memory of Abraham Lincoln is enshrined forever.

I love it. Abe will always be one of my heroes.

Simple Pleasures in Life

I first saw it the night we went to Café Rio. It was almost sunset and the light reflecting off the Potomac was glittering. We came around a bend and the Arlington Memorial Bridge was right there in front of me, in all its majesty. I knew I wanted to put crossing that bridge on my to-do list.

Conveniently, the Arlington Memorial Bridge connects Arlington Cemetery to the District of Colombia and leads directly to the National Mall. My lucky day.

Because the weather was perfect yesterday I decided to weather the bridge. For those who don’t know me you must learn that wind is my favorite weather condition. I think it’s magical even when my hair is down. When I got to the very center of the bridge it was like time slowed down. The wind was blowing through my hair. I took a panorama turn. Arlington Cemetery was to my left with the Lee Mansion up on the hill above it, the Kennedy Center was directly in front of me at which I’m going to see Wicked in a couple weeks (insert excitement here), I could see the Georgetown spires in the distance, to my immediate right was the giant Lincoln Memorial and Washington Monument, and with perfect timing, I saw Marine One (the Presidential Helicopter) soar overhead.

Can I say breathtaking? Yes I can.

It’s the simple pleasures really that just make my life.