I went to D.C. yesterday for a day of sightseeing. I hopped on the Metro and took it to the Smithsonian -stop. It was H-O-T!!
First, I walked to the Holocaust Museum. The first thing you do after you get a ticket is to pick up a passport of someone who was involved in the Holocaust. Mine was from a woman named Agnes Mandl, born in Budapest, Hungary (I am part Hungarian so I thought that was very interesting). It reads:
When Agnes was a teenager, she attended Budapest’s prestigious Baar Madas private school, run by the Hungarian Reformed Church. Although she was the only Jewish student there, Agnes’ parents believed that the superior education at the school was important for their daughter. Agnes’ father, a textile importer, encouraged his daughter to think for herself.
1933-39: In 1936 I studied educational techniques with Signora Maria Montessori in Italy and earned a diploma so I could teach. Hoping to improve my French, I traveled to Switzerland in 1939. On September 9, while swimming with friends at Lake Geneva, I met some Polish Jews attending a Zionist Congress. Suddenly, news blared that Germany had overrun Poland. Frightened and still in swimsuits, the Poles ran to try to call their families.
1940-44: In Budapest in 1944 I worked for Raoul Wallenberg, a Swedish diplomat working to save Jews. That December, the fascists ordered Jews executed at the banks of the Danube River. The Jews were tied in groups of three, and the person in the center was shot so all three fell in and drowned. Wallenberg asked his staff, “Who can swim?” I said that I could. We rushed to the water’s edge, and when a group fell in we’d plunge into the icy river. We rescued 50 people. Later, I got sick and fell into a coma for a day and a half.
After the war, Agnes went to Sweden and Australia, and moved to America in 1951. Later, she dedicated herself to writing and teaching about Wallengerg and his actions.
I believe the street that the museum is on is actually Raoul Wallengerg street.
First, you go up an elevator that was designed to look like the elevators they used to shuttle people to their executions. They play a short film during the ride up, and then you come to the first area where they give the history of the Nazi party. In the end of the first section, there is a walkway across to another part of the museum. There, we were stopped and waited, and waited, and waited. I thought it was part of the tour for a while, but after about 15 minutes of waiting and the entire room being backed up, I decided it probably wasn’t. And then the security guard came out and said, “Um, everyone, we have a Situation. Please stay where you are.” Okaaaaay. Waiting, waiting, waiting, after about 5-10 minutes, he came back again and said, “At this time, we would ask that you all evacuate immediately.” Ugh.
So allllll the people made for the emergency exit and we all calmly made our way to the first floor where we exited and were directed across the street and into the field. I called my friend who I am staying with and told her and she suggested that I start walking to wherever I was going next because there was a chance they’d keep us where we were and block us from leaving. 6 fire trucks came and lined the road in front of the museum. I never did figure out what happened, and I never did get to finish the museum.

I walked from there to the Vietnam War Memorial - quite a hike!! - and stopped off first at the World War II memorial. It was a beautiful memorial.

(click on the picture for a larger one - it is three pictures stitched together so it ended up being very small in order to fit on my blog)


I finally made it to the Vietnam Memorial and was awed by the wall of names. It was so sad to see how many people lost their lives during the war. There were veterans there, there were surviving family members there. Old, young, middle aged, people left notes, flowers, bracelets, pictures.

Click on this picture to see the writing on the note:




I came across a man in a wheelchair just staring up at the wall, tears running down his face. It was so profoundly sad. One of the monument volunteers walked up to him and put her arm around him, and he just lay his head on her shoulder and cried. When she left, I walked up to him and thanked him for his service to our country. He told me that it was his friend that died, his co-pilot. They were both from Ohio and became fast friends. I just can’t imagine. He sat there for a long time, right at the middle of the wall where it towers over you, thousands and thousands of names stretching out to either side.

After the wall, I walked on to the Lincoln monument.



By this point I was starting to feel a little bit sick from a combination of the heat and being hungry. I didn’t spend long there (though there’s not a lot to see anyway), and then walked all over looking for somewhere to eat. By the time I found something, I was having some problems and got the earmuffs and my vision started closing in on me - not good! I got a hot dog and a bottle of water (my 3rd for the day already!) and laid down in the shade until I felt a bit better. Once I got walking around again, I felt a lot better.
I walked, and walked, and walked, all the way to the mall where the Smithsonian museums are. I went first to the Museum of American History - I was running out of time so I had to figure out what I wanted to see and see only that. I wanted to see Dorothy’s ruby slippers…

…and the original Kermit the Frog…

(Oscar the Grouch was right next to Kermie so I got a picture of him, too:

…and on my way out I saw the preservation project for the Star Spangled Banner. I never knew that there actually was one flag called the Star Spangled Banner! I thought it was just a nickname for our flag. The project involved several people on platforms laying above the flag; I couldn’t tell what they were doing but they were simultaneously showing a video from the History Channel that described the work being done up to a few years ago. It was incredible. The flag is so delicate and large parts of it are missing. They wouldn’t allow any photography, flash or not, in the room.
There is just so much to see in each museum that it was hard to walk away before seeing it all, but like I said, I was running out of time and had to see only what I had planned on seeing beforehand. My next museum was the Museum of Natural History, I wanted to see the Hope Diamond. I saw the Hope once before but it is so incredible that I had to see it again….

…and some of the pearls on display. The pearls were amazing as well - some beautiful settings for gigantic pearls.


I went from there to stop in the tectonic plates area where I saw the display about Iceland and then another display that showed all the earthquakes and volcanic eruptions over the last…20 years? I don’t know, it was a lot of years’ worth. Each event has an audio blip, so it was almost musical. I then went on to the Art Galleries, stopping in the middle at the Sculpture garden.



The whole reason I wanted to stop at the art galleries was because of the book on Van Gogh that I’d just finished.


I learned about Impressionism in it and wanted to see more, especially Van Gogh’s (the Chrysler museum had some really wonderful Impressionist paintings on display, but none of Van Gogh.) There were 6 Van Gogh’s, one of which was the self portrait that was pictured on the book I was reading! It was so incredible to be able to see his paintings, knowing how tortured he was, especially at the end of his life when most of the paintings on display were done.


Other impressionist paintings:


After the impressionists, I walked on to the East wing of the art gallery and saw a small display of “Small French Paintings”, but by the time I got there I only had about 10 minutes left.
I call this one “Self Portrait in a Really Cool Drinking Fountain by the Elevator”:

Then I walked around trying to find the Metro, and ended up walking all the way down almost to the Washington monument…

then across, then back up halfway before I found it. By the time I got there, I was exhausted! It was nice to be out of the sun finally for good.
I got back to my friend’s house and took a shower that I needed so badly after sweating all day, and then we went out for dinner for Ethiopian food (I had sushi the night before - my first time eating “real” sushi, not just california rolls. I was surprised how good it was!). We had a huge platter of shrimp, chicken, collard greens, and carrots and beans. You eat everything with this flat bread, thicker than a crepe but thiner than a pancake and with a very different texture of either. The bread serves as the plate, the fork, the knife, and the napkin. The food was delicious. We sat on the roof of the restaurant; the sun had gone behind the clouds, it dropped a few degrees and a nice breeze picked up, making it the perfect weather for eating outside and a great end to the day.
Well, that’s all for now…I’m hoping to make it back to D.C. again today to see a couple more things, but I’m not sure that I’ll get to do much. I might just go for lunch and a few souveniers and then head back so I can drive back to Norfolk before dark.
Oh - last thing - as I was driving into D.C., I got a little bit lost and had pulled over to call my friend’s house and get some directions. I turned around to get back on the road and was at a stop sign, waiting for the car in front of me to turn. She decided she didn’t want to turn right, but she was already in position to turn so she had to back up. I was a good distance behind her and didn’t think anything of it, til she kept backing up and backing up and backing up! I started honking, but she didn’t hear me and she went right into my front end, knocking off my license plate, putting a big gash in the bumper, and denting in the grill on the front end. OY. Karyn’s adventures in the big city.