First Floor: A Safe Way, a Mason's Mound, and a "Leafy" Library
Ugh, these early mornings are really a struggle. Up at 6:23, I was dropped off at Branch Ave. train station, and because Cortland and Trent weren't able to come on this exciting excursion, I rode with David and Kendra. I have to admit, I'm getting pretty familiar with how to read the information at train stations now. We rode the green line to L'Enfant Plaza, then switched to the orange line until Foggy Bottom station (remember Foggy Bottom?). After meeting the group, including an awesome newcomer, George, we endured a bumpy bustling bus ride into Georgetown. Our first stop was Safeway.
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Safewayyyy |
Second Floor: A Cool Cafe, A New Antique Shop, and a Heck of a House
I love those section titles. Anyways, next up (and forgive me if the stops are a tad out of order, there were so many) was the Duke Ellington School of Arts. Sadly, we couldn't go inside because of construction. Moving on to Cafe Bonaparte,
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The squad at Cafe Bonaparte |
Your mind stuffed? Hang in there, it's almost lunchtime. No, for me not you. Sorry. On to the Georgetown Waterfront Park, which was made in the late 1970s. Up next was an attention grabber, the Ritz Carlton Hotel.
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Looking good, eh? |
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Snazzy! |
Third Floor: A Celebrated Cupcake Cove, Some Steep Steps, and a Key Bridge
Finally, the stop the entire group had anticipated: Georgetown Cupcakes.
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The disappointment was real though |
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The Exorcist Steps, and more snazzy pics |
Fourth Floor: Just Some Stories From the Day
Metro Journey number four was awesome, and it had some unscripted happenings that got me thinking about the real world. One such happening occurred early that morning on the train. As I sat down in the crowded train, I happened to sit beside a young man, maybe in his early twenties. He looked right at me as I doodled on my phone, and I wondered if he was about to ask me something. Turns out he did. He said "excuse me, can I ask you a question?" I was surprised, but I said sure, and he proceeded to inquire on something quite unexpected. "That cross necklace you wear," he began, "what does it mean to you?" I was shocked by the question, mostly because I'd never anticipated being spoken to on the metro, but his tone wasn't accusing or condescending, only timidly curious. I thought for a moment, then told him, "it means I'm not afraid to declare Who all things point to, and it's a helpful reminder for me when things go wrong." At this point, several people were watching, and I was sweating. He nodded thoughtfully, and I asked him if he was a believer. He said yes quietly, then I asked what his name was, we shook hands, and I told him "God bless you." It was an amazing experience to be used by God to speak out among many unbelievers, and be a light in the darkness. I've spent hours imagining that very conversation with someone, so I had in my mind already what I should say. I am thankful for the experience, and I hope to minister to lost souls one day.
The other interesting interaction came at the very end of the day. As David, Kendra and I were at Rosslyn trying to get home, we had trouble working the metro fare card machine. I saw there was a metro worker on the other side of the turnstile, and I went across to ask for help. I asked the worker for help with the machine, and she followed me over. After quite an odd process of working the machine, she asked where we were going and why we were alone. Honestly, I had expected this, so we explained we were on a homeschool research trip into the Georgetown neighborhood. She asked what homeschool was like, and if all it was was sitting at home doing school with your mom all day, and we told her that it was more than that. It's doing work at home, sure, but there are homeschool tutorials, and social events, and classes like this add to real world experience that public school kids don't really get. She nodded skeptically and told us to enjoy our day, and to stay out of trouble. Now THAT was an eye-opening conversation. I wonder if there really is a stereotype of homeschool; that it's sit at home, do school with your mom everyday, live in a box. Conversations like that are an opportunity to show that homeschool is really a blessing, and that it provides unique opportunities like the Metro Journeys themselves. Again, I'm thankful it happened, and blessed to minister
Not sure what building this, but it looks AWESOME |
The outside of the Dumbarton Library |
Cafe Bonaparte |
Right outside Jean Pierre antiques |
A nice view of Virginia from the platform above the Exorcist steps |
I'M BUYING THAT HOUSE ONE DAY |
The group right outside the Old Stone House |
Walking on Key Bridge |
And that was Metro Journey four! I hope you learned a bit about the Georgetown neighborhood, and my experiences in the nation's capital. I sure learned a lot about D.C., and I'm looking forward to our next destination. I apologize if there are stops I forgot to add, there were so many awesome places we visited. Stay tuned for the next blog. Until next time, reader!