Me and my homeskillet
May 21st, 2008The highlight of last month was getting to spend a couple of days with my best friend ever, the one and only Krustina. After oh, about 18 years of friendship, we’re more than just friends; she’s the closest thing I’ll ever have to a sister. We have that comfortable kind of relationship where we can go without meeting for years and the moment we see each other it’s like we’ve only been apart a day.
Kristina flew out to meet me after the business part of my trip back to the U.S.. We didn’t have much time to spend together but we made the most of it.
The night she arrived, we wanted to find somewhere to eat but because neither of us really know all too much about restaurants in DC, we just drove around looking for something. We couldn’t find anywhere to stop and getting hungry and having to use the bathroom, we used the GPS to find some places near where we were driving and finally found somewhere to stop. As we were walking to the restaurant, Kristina put her arm out to stop me and said, “Wait! I think I know that guy!” Now, mind you, this scenario has happened many times over the last 18 years where she’s stopped because she was sure she knew someone, so I just rolled my eyes and reminded her that she can’t possibly know anyone here, she’s never lived here or even spent any time here, and how on earth would she know anyone here. Leave it to Kristina, though - a quizzical turn of the head and the question, “Rob?” and what on earth just happened here, Kristina is hugging some guy on the sidewalk. Turns out it was her ex-brother-in-law who just happened to live around the corner of the restaurant we randomly found on the GPS. INSANITY.
We spent the night at her sister-in-law’s house and left early the next morning to take the Metro downtown for some sightseeing.

Our first stop was Eastern Market where stopped for some lattes and pastries; from there we meandered through the handmade goods and picked up some beautiful photographs from Steven Miller, a fantastic photographer whose works hang in the Smithsonian’s permanent collection. Our next stop was the food hall where we bought some stinky cheeses and fresh fruit, some freshly baked bread and a disappointingly wussy lemonade.

We hopped on the Metro and got off at the Smithsonian and lazed around on the Mall, munching our cheeses, laughing and catching up on the years we’ve lost getting to be goofy together.

Bottom’s up!

It was so nice, and so needed, to spend that time together. Oh, to live closer together.






























