I don't know why I'm always surprised when I get to where I'm going. But I am.
I handled the plane. My sister, I think, was a little surprised to find out how much of a chicken her big sister is.
We landed at Ronald Reagan National Airport and I was, um, surprised about how small it was and how, well, how unattractive that airport is. It has some really funky white walls made out of rocks that slope down into the halls. I thought maybe it was under renovation, but apparently no. That's just the way it looks.
We took a taxi to our hotel and that was when the real fun began. The taxi driver got a little lost and we drove around the block a few times looking for our hotel. Hmmmm....
We finally found it and my sister gave him her visa card to pay. After we got into the hotel she realized he never handed it back to her. We were now in DC with no credit card! We called the airport, the taxi service, and the credit card company to no avail. She finally had to cancel her card. We have other ways to pay - we are okay - but to say that she was a bit unnerved was an understatement.
We took the metro to Union Station for dinner. What a beautiful old building that is. It was amazing to walk through it.
Did you hear me say "we took the metro"? For a rural girl who comes from a state with one interstate in it and where public transportation consists of a few commuter buses - well, I think I sound rather savvy!
Tomorrow I plan to find Arlington Cemetery. By myself. Using the metro.