Washington, DC

I love DC. I have lived in Colorado for 66 years, with one year off in '65 in London, '70 in Kansas City, and '81 in DC.
I love the way it smells, like boxwood and greenery - like England does. I admit that I was literally knocked over by the summer heat and humidity when I got out of the car the first time but the gift of air conditioning makes it bearable.
Mike was invited for a year to work there fto help write guidelines for the then program to help unemployed people to get retraining for jobs.
The kids were 5 and 7. We lived in a very nice complex in Alexandria that was full of people from all over the world. It took quite a while for me to feel competent to drive there, but when they had a light snow I felt like the worlds expert.I remember being amazed by people from South America sitting in a parking lot just burning rubber off their tires trying to get out. I also was amazed by a lady we saw every day when I took the kids to school from South America who drove with one hand on the horn. Unbelievable!
But after growing up in the relatively sterile cultural environment of Colorado, we reveled in the vast amount of rich sources of museums, historical sites and buildings, and beautiful gardens and greenery.
We were so fortunate to become very close to one of our neighbor families who were from Turkey. They enriched our lives considerably. I learned so much about a true Islam family.
I had never met anyone before who included their love of God as the prominate subject of their day. I loved her.
Anyway, Mike has a conference in DC this weekend and is staying in the beautiful, historic Mayflower Hotel and I am going too. It took me a long time to feel that Alex was stable enough for me to be able to leave town. I have not left town for 10 years because I've been afraid of leaving him alone. (this is my paranoid, psychotic 35-yr-old son). Also traveling with Fibromyalgia as bad as I have it is quite tricky too. Actually, I had better go pack. YAHOOO!!!