Grandma in DC

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Washington Monument.


We thought it would be good to give mom a tour of the East Coast while she is here.

Our first stop was Washington DC, of course. We took an open bus tour of the nations historical sites and majestic monuments. Even though Sam and I had visited some of these places, taking a tour by bus was much more fun, a lot more productive - we got to see more than we would have on foot and certainly less strenuous - all we had to sit back and relax while the tour guide (pre -recorded audio) fed us with the information.


The Jefferson Memorial
The US Capitol
Just behind those trafic lights is the white house, I failed to get a better view
The National Cathedral, where most of the "important" people have their memorial services as stuff.

Our plan was to spend a night in a hotel and head back to Philly the next day. But because DC is a happening joint I decided to call my friend Mercy to see how we could link up. Apart from that mom also wanted to see another friend and relative - Helen, who also happens to be her god daughter.
Mercy gave us directions to her place, it was perfect timing because she wasn't working that day. So Friday we headed up to her home and had a splendid lunch together. It was wonderful seeing her after almost a year. Being the loving couple that they are, Mercy and Moses invited us to spend a night with them. We were in no rush to head back to Philly so we agreed. We had a fabulous time, catching up, eating, shopping, eating, uh, eating, oh yes, then we watched a movie at the end of the day. Meanwhile Helen was able to make it to Mercy's home so it was a nice reunion for god mother and daughter and grand kids.






The next day we got ready to start our journey back to Philly but first Sam and Mercy had to pick Steven (yet another close friend) from the metro station. We had a sumptuous breakfast courtesy of Moses (the man of the house). It was a full table - buns, cookies, omelet, cassava chips, juice, tea, grapes, strawberries, ok I better stop there.


So as you can see, DC was fan-tastic. I give God the glory

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