What started off as a Saturday with a tour for four at the Capitol Building quickly turned into a tour for one... which led to a lovely stroll to the national mall. I'm sorry I couldn't share the tour with the others, but the introverted side of me didn't mind being alone.
See the photo captions below!
See the photo captions below!
This room was phenomenal! The parabolic shape of the ceiling was designed to help all members of the House of Representatives to hear one another when assembled in this hall. Soon their numbers grew too large to remain, and they moved to a different building. Plates are set in the floor to mark where the desks of John Quincy Adams and other highly-recognizable names sat. -- National Statuary Hall
It's a bit blurry, but this tells you a little about teh room. It was initially meant for George and Martha Washington. Washington, however, was keenly aware that everything he did set the precedent for future Presidents of the United States, and for that reason he insisted on being buried with the family.
You can't go to DC and not get a photo with the building! I walked up to the building earlier in the day; the instructions for going on the tour had said to go in the door under the stairs ... and so I walked right up to the Capitol building. I thought it was strange that no one was milling around such a hot-spot for tourism.... The Capitol Police interrupted my thoughts and called me over. I put on the charm (and the Texas accent), and they showed me where I really needed to go --- no handcuffs and criminal records necessary.... Phew!! I found out later that the upper level (pictured) is where all of the official business happens -- you enter the visitor center from the lower level.
The evening had been set aside for working on my commencement speech. After Roommate #2 mentioned going to a praise-and-prayer night at National Community Church (a lot like E-Life church in Lubbock), I packed up my purse and we left. We arrived after the 12-hour vigil (for lack of a better word) began, so we walked up and sat in the balcony. From this vantage point, I could only see the massive power-point screen, and I had hoped that I could worship without the distraction of staring at stage lights and musicians, but the music was too overpowering and I found I wasn't able to focus on worshiping God. The people around me stood and swayed, lifted their arms to heaven, and threw themselves into a type of worship they were able to participate in. I'm glad they weren't distracted.
It's such a blessing to have her in the apartment. I've found that DC is a melting pot of cultures and worldviews, and it's nice to have someone close by who is also a christian.
We stayed for a couple hours, and quietly came back home through Union Station. Roommate #2 and I adore the architecture around town and agree -- the sight never gets old.
It's such a blessing to have her in the apartment. I've found that DC is a melting pot of cultures and worldviews, and it's nice to have someone close by who is also a christian.
We stayed for a couple hours, and quietly came back home through Union Station. Roommate #2 and I adore the architecture around town and agree -- the sight never gets old.
Blessings,
Clarice
Clarice