Wednesday morning, we dropped Paul off at his office. Around 9:30, we left for Franconia-Springfield Metro, which holds a parking lot so large that it has it’s very own zip code. It also has parking spaces so small that every 3rd car is double parked. This was one of the many moments where I really appreciated New Orleans. We drove around that lot for 45 minutes looking for parking. Really, 15 of it was looking for parking. After that, we gave up and just tried to find our way out of the maze. I ended up stalking someone returning to their car to secure a space.
With the double stroller holding both kids, we Metro’ed into the District. Easy-squeezy-double-cheesy! Will surprised me: he was not too enthused by the Metro train. Personally, I’m in love with it; it is, in my opinion, the greatest public transport system on the globe. Will took it all in, but without the excitement he brings to thrilling tasks like doing the laundry. This was not the first time that day where he would surprise me.
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