Wow. 2 weeks just flew by and I'm at my table in disbelief that summer is about to end. And that I must share up to 13 days of experience on the East Coast to you. Yes you who are reading this I must write for your convince. No I'm kidding. Guessing the adventure starts...........................................................now.
So it was july 3rd we came in. The searing heat was annoying. My hair was a fumbling mess. Let alone my clothes from the storm. But now it was July 4th and I really wanted to see what D.C was about. So after marching on the metro (which compared to bart is heaven on wheels hovering over hell ) towards the national. My city girl instincts quickly rushed in after pushing past probably a good 400 people to where we could see the parade on the side walk. Looking around my eyes drifting to the thousands of people on the streets just to see what I had come to see. A fricking parade. I sat in the back with my sister looking at peoples shoes because in the Bay Area, I never saw people wear that many running shoes. In awe we saw more feet than parade for the 3 hour period.
After the stand in the crowd my family and I by mid after noon headed towards the National Monument. The obelisk was breathe taking. So many people standing to get one good picture. Freaking out when someone walked in the view finder. Humans. I asked my dad if we could go to the folklife festival. I had heard about it, but knew it was the size of alameda on the National Mall. Hurrying over to see that this was not just a festival. It was a gathering of people from every ethnic group to pass on their heritage. The Africans, the Asians, Middle Easterner's, Islanders, the Americans, the Latinos. Not to stray but Africans have very similar food to Tibetans and I recommend you try Bassap Juice which is hibiscus flower. Amazing. Believe me. We passed on to the peace corp section where people from all over the world had wrote what year they served and a note. I wrote my dad's name for Nepal and Honduras. My mother for Nepal. Strange enough they found their old friends and their contact numbers, like a high school reunion for travelers.
Around the time of 8:30 we headed to the National Mall again, but this time facing the Lincoln memorial. Because we got front row seats to the fireworks everyone in America wants to see. If you don't believe me, we were so close to the fireworks the sound could be felt in your body for more than a minute. We were so close the pieces of the rockets fell all over us. I even caught one in my hair about the size of a baseball.
I had never seen colors rush in the air so fast that the night sky had guzzled it up like a meal. Never did I hear sounds of boom that made me want to run closer. If you've never been to D.C. in your life, stop time and go there. You'll never want to return where you came from.
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