D.C.

I never thought I'd hear the words "Yay" and "the Holocaust" in the same sentence...
Until this weekend.

I should probably rewind a little bit.

We started Sunday off by a 9:30 National Museum 2 tour of Mount Vernon. Ok, the 9:30 tour became an 11:30 tour because SOMEONE didn't want to wake up at 9:00. Yeah, that was me. We got to Mount Vernon about 9:40 and walked around the grounds. As I'm sure you can imagine, George Washington had a lot of property. We spent about 4 hours there. Our National Treasure tour was pretty cool. We took a tour of the backyard where the "Happy Birthday Mr. President" banner hung and Nick Cage kidnapped the President. We also got a tour of the basement, which not a lot of people get to see. The more the tour guide told us not to touch the brick walls, the more I wanted to run my fingers against the whole wall.

That happens a lot. The more people tell me not to do something, the more I want to do it.
Don't touch that painting!
 You mean don't do this!? (and then lick the painting)

Today there was a rack of swords in a Gettysburg store that said "Do Not Handle." However, the guys in the store completely ignored our presence, which irritated me. I slowly lifted up my finger and slowly touched the sword. HA! IN YOUR FACE!

Anyways, moving on.

After the tour of the mansion, (not too shabby by the way) we went to D.C. We parked at the Capitol again, because there's absolutely zero parking in D.C. We began our mile long walk to The Holocaust Museum, which felt like it took forever. In addition to it being a long walk, it was chilly and raining. Finally, we made it to the museum and that's where the "yay" and "the Holocaust" were used in the same sentence.

First we went to the temporary exhibit which was about Nazi propaganda. It was really informational...and there were a lot of pictures! Okay, they also had posters, film, and other artifacts. I'd definitely recommend it.

The permanent exhibit was also interesting. There was tons of information about different groups that were persecuted, the concentration camps, and their experiences. They also had a room full of shoes from the victims, railroad tracks that lead to death camps, and bed bunks from Auschwitz. It was pretty intense. I finished the tour in an hour, which was before my mom, so I decided to go to the kid's exhibit. It was a story of a boy who was sent to live in the ghetto and eventually a concentration camp. It was extremely well done and made it easy for kids to understand.

By the time we were done, it was pouring outside. I didn't want to complain about being cold, tired, and hungry, though. I mean, c'mon, I just came out of the Holocaust Museum. However, I do admit to complaining about being wet. We decided to take the subway to our car. Easy right? Well, once we got to the Capitol South stop, we had no clue where my car was. We had to guess.

We started walking around the Capitol, and by this time we were soaked. Because it was so nice the day before, I was just wearing a sweatshirt. My boots were filled with water. It sucked. We made our way to the other side of the Capitol and didn't see my car. We saw a far away parking lot and started walking to it. Once we got there, we realized my car was in the parking lot NEXT to that one. Ironically, that was the parking lot where we didn't see my car. We had to backtrack a little bit. Not the happiest moment of my life. I have never been to happy to see my car. It was magical.

For dinner we went to Fuddruckers. Only I called it something else...I had the most delicious milkshake. That's all I have to say about that.

It was a pretty epic day.