July 19, 2014
Oy, we are tired people. We kind of overslept this morning. Not that we were on a schedule or anything, but we slept much longer than we should have!
Ever since the unfortunate Disney World Flip-Flop Incident of 2009, I am always careful about wearing the correct kind of shoes when I'm going to be doing any significant amount of walking. but even without blisters, my dogs were still barking from the day before! Luckily my leg wasn't hurting nearly as bad as it was yesterday. (I forgot to mention that in my last entry. A guy almost plowed into me coming out of the subway and I twisted my knee and my ankle dodging him. Luckily a couple of ice packs strapped to my leg in strategic places fixed me right up!)
After breakfast we headed back out to the subway station (we are old hands at it now) we went back downtown to the International Spy Museum! It was so much fun! We had quite a wait in line, but they were playing clips of Golden Eye, so it wasn't boring! We were ushered into a room where we were told to choose a "secret identity" and remember it because we would need to know it later. So Steve and I dutifully memorized our new identities and we moved onto watch a short film and then on to the museum. I'll be honest, I picked this museum because I thought Steve would enjoy the Villains of James Bond exhibit, but I enjoyed it myself. I never really thought much about spy stuff before, but now I want a camera in my buttons and a knife in my shoe! I don't really want to be spy, but something about all that gear speaks to my inner "survivor" type personage. Not that I want to go live out in the wild, but I always like to be prepared for anything (including international espionage, apparently.) It was a very entertaining place, but we never actually had to tell anyone our secret identities. We saw one little boy being "interrogated" by one of the museum staff, so we assumed that it was something just for kids. Oh, well, at least I have a fake identity ready if I need one. I'll just need to learn how to speak Italian! The James Bond exhibit was very cool, and they had one hallway decked out like the interior or a submarine with big screens on each wall. A little sign said to tap on the glass, which I did, and a giant, computer-generated shark slams into the "glass" and shatters it. I almost wet my pants. The gift shop was full of all kinds of neato stuff, but I didn't get anything. I've realized that the secret of me not spending money on vacation is knowing that whatever I buy will need to be carried long distances. Lazy > Souvenirs.
After leaving there, we went back to the Mall so that we could visit the American History museum. It was a lot of fun, too, only there were a lot of those very rude museum visitors there as well. I almost punched a lady. Hand to God, I had to walk away. I'm not a violent type of person, but I can be provoked, and that lady almost got a face full of what happens when you piss me off. I decided to be sweet for Jesus and left her unscathed. Barely. Other than that, I enjoyed myself immensely! I saw some of the things I'd seen before, and a lot of newer stuff I hadn't anticipated. There was a whole exhibit on The Civil War that I'd never seen, and, I got to give General Nathan Bedford Forrest's hat and sword the finger. Yeah, burn the south down, huh? I'll...basically make a rude and ineffective gesture in front of complete strangers to show my disapproval. The museum was like a black hole, though, because we were in there for hours. I had no idea how long we'd been in there until my blood sugar started doing that "oh, hey...you're getting dizzy and grouchy" thing that it does. Unfortunately, the food at the American History museum was not as good as the Native American Museum. It was basically SpRocket (ptooey) quality. Bleh.
We'd planned on touring the war memorials after we left there, but we were just too tired of walking. If we'd been smart, we'd have joined one of the segway tours (we were too late) or we could have called Rickshaw Steve, but we were just ready to go. We got back on the train and headed to Reston. While we were driving back to the hotel, Steve said he wanted to explore the next little town, which was called Herndon (I think). It was very small, and had some lovely homes scattered around. It seemed to have a very large international population, too. We saw a place called "World Fresh," which was a multi-culti market, and decided to see what they had. Yes, we go to grocery stores for fun. Shut up. It was a regular grocery store, but they sold products from all over the world. Not just touristy kind of stuff like Pocky, but real products that the people of this community probably couldn't get anywhere else. We got a few things to try, although most of it was just candy and stuff. I got some fresh rambutans, which are like hairy plums, and they were surprisingly good. I also got some fresh lychee and they were gross. One thing we didn't count on was that we wouldn't have utensils for either opening the soda that we bought nor cutting up the fruit. We had to go full on boyscout mode. We managed to get the cap off of the soda with a carabiner, and we flattened out the edge of the bottle cap to cut up the fruit. I put on Facebook that I felt like a monkey on the National Geographic channel using rudimentary tools to catch ants. We probably could have just gone to the restaurant and asked for a bottle opener and a knife, but where is the fun in that?
After all that, we packed as much as we could. We're leaving tomorrow. :( It's been a very fun trip, and as much as I want to see Butler, I wish it could have lasted a little bit longer! There is still so much to see!