Washington D.C. Trek

Jim and I made the long journey to Washington DC parbangon itti Thursday 16 July. AJ wanted to show us his "world" for two years. He loved DC that he insisted that we visit the place before he finally say his good-bye.
The drive itself was smooth. Mapaka-kittang laeng for it was 14 hours of mostly "sitting activities" - jingle lang ang pahinga.
Below is the picture of the two story house. In here lived three young men who have been college friends. AJ occupied the basement. Cecil called it the batcave. The rent was exorbitantly espensive - $2100 a month.


The house is, well, as one would expect it to be. Neatness was a given option. Naungtan ni Cecil since she started to tidy up the kitchen & AJ will have nothing of it.
He toured us around Chavez Charter School where he taught Science subjects to high school students. The school was located in the less than wealthy side of town. He related to us that the teachers were escorted by policemen to the train stop every dismissal to make sure they boarded the trains safely.
We also got to see George Washington University Hospital wherein he worked in the Opthalmology Clinics. He actually brought James there for a refraction test. The older brother showed the younger brother the place.
The Georgetown University was situated amidst the rich enclaves. According to AJ the people from Georgetown refused to allow the public transportation train access to their domain for fear that Georgetown will be inhabited by the common tao.




We visited the Cathedrals and the St. Matthew's Church. These are grand edifices of worship but our own Basilica of St. Louis still is the magnificent one.






What is a visit to Washington DC without a postcard picture infront of the White House? That is exactly what Cecil & I did - tough luck Obama was not home.



Our last stop was the food goodies. We spent Saturday noon at the wet marketplace savoring their, you guess it right, raw oysters. Nalaing nga agkilaw dagitoy nga lalaki. They devoured on the oysters seasoned with tabasco sauce.



Actually, I've been to Washington DC before. I've seen these places and more. These scenarios were not new to me anymore. What was overwhelming was the fact that this time around, my son was giving me the tour. He was the one holding my hand and leading me on. That used to be my job as a mother.