DC

Marie and I woke up with my brother and when he drove to work he dropped us off at the mall. We had hopes of seeing the american history museum and the portrait gallery, as we had seen most things last summer. We got the AHM at 10am and the doors were just opening. We went to the 3rd floor and looked at Lincoln's collection almost by ourselves. Within a half an hour, it seemed that every school group in town was there. It fills fast.

We went through every room and saw all the displays in the musuem. Well worth it. We then grabbed a quick lunch and off to the portrait gallery. We saw the temporary exhibit and the presidential gallery. The coolest piece was the obama hope poster. It was originally a collage made of newspaper and then spray painted.
We then met my brother and grabbed our bags from his car and took the metro to the bus stop. We almost missed the bus. We did not have any change, and as Marie ran for cash, the bus showed up. It had closed its doors and pulled into traffic as we waved him down.

Needless to say the flight home was un-eventful and we made it back home at 11pm last night. Now comes the task of planning for next week with little time to decompress.