A long day of driving took us to Washington DC at night. We arrived to the Washington DC temple shortly before the setting of the sun. The temple is tucked away, in a quite residential area, north of the city. The temple spires climbed out of the trees, and the Angel Moroni shined from the rays of the sun. It truly is a lovely temple. After admiring the temple, we drove to the heart of the city to see the monuments.
While driving, Alastair and I admired the residential areas.
We loved looking at the quaint houses and imagined living there. I have a
feeling the Alastair will someday seek a job in that area. We will see!
Alastair’s favorite part about the drive was finding free
parking, a mere stones cast from the Lincoln Memorial. Parking as free as the
nation’s ideals, which certainly aided our pursuit of happiness!
While driving, we listened to Martin Luther King Jr.’s
iconic, “I Have A Dream” speech, to get us in the mood. When we finally made it
up to the steps of the Lincoln Memorial, we appreciated it more as we stood
right where Martin Luther King Jr. gave that speech. While looking at the
statue of Abraham Lincoln, we noticed that there were splotches of green paint
on him. Earlier that day, the monument had been closed due to someone having
vandalized the monument, which was almost all cleared up when we arrived.
We found a nice spot near one of the columns of the monument that overlooked the reflection pool with the Washington Monument in the distance. While sitting there, we pulled out our recently purchased copy of the Constitution and read it out loud.
After the Lincoln Memorial, we drove over to the Capital. After laughing at Alastair, questioning if the White House and the Capital were the same, we drove to the building, which we believed to be the combined White House/Capital. We snapped a few pictures and looked for the President through the window. We didn’t see President Obama, because he lives in the White House, which is not the same as the Capital. After a round or two of “I told you so,” it was too late to find the White House because we had already left Washington DC. (This portion is Alastair’s account of the incident.)
We loved Washington DC, especially Alastair. It is definitely somewhere we would love to return to, one day.