It is sad that it has taken me this long to come upon the glorious city of Washington D.C. . The city, to me, just oozes patriotism. The monuments are resplendent and the bodies of water and fields that surround them are simply majestic. It was hard not to see the National Mall and not feel proud to be an American... and this was a very new weird feeling.
Also I got to ride the metro! It is sad how giddy I get when I get to experience a city's metro system. I will share something right now. I have a tendency to fantasize, and in some of my fantasies I am the Prime Minister of Canada. Now, what do I do as PM of Canada? I build a high speed transit system across Canada and within every major city in Canada. It only takes a few hours to get from Toronto to Calgary. It connects and unites the Canadian people like never before. Also, I make it mandatory for all Canadians to learn French K through 12. I also, subsidize the return of the Quebec Nordiques and Winnipeg Jets to professional hockey. Basically I am a nationalist and a socialist.
Oh ya, does anyone know why I was even in D.C. in the first place? I was training for a summer job with Enivision EMI which runs youth leadership conferences, of which I will be a part of. How was it? Well we played a game in which you mentioned the first word which came to mind when a racially charged word like "Rap Music" or "Nascar" was said. If you were to play that when you said "NYLSC Training" I would "Boring". Luckily, Lisha was there which basically erased all negative feelings about everything. Also, we had a huge opportunity to stand out and be some incredible missionaries.
I also enjoyed the Minneapolis Airport. Usually I walk on the moving sidewalks at airports. But this time I just stood... on four different and long moving sidewalks. People walked by, ran by, but I just stood like a Stoic, staring at my reflection in the wide expanse of windows in front of me. I ate a cookie and just stood. It was really therapeutic and lazy. Thank you Minneapolis!
2 comments:
Rich, I'm glad you and your madras stayed stoic.
Thank you for making me feel like I was actually there. I like living vicariously through you.
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