Monday April 18- Arrival
The alarm went off at 3:00 am. We had a 6:00 am flight from Logan airport to Reagan National/DCA.
The car service was scheduled to arrive at 3:45. We have used this car service for 25 years, probably around 50-60 times between family vacations and business trips. They have never failed to show up.
Yet I worry.
Every.Single.Time!
But at 3:35, the car pulled up and we arrived at the airport around 4:20. Plenty of time!
We checked 2 bags. We had booked our trip before Jet Blue instituted baggage fees, so we were grandfathered in and did not have to pay for them. Plus, we had seats in rows 3 and 4. Jet Blue loads the plane from the back forward, so we figured on this short commuter flight, most people would probably have carry-ons only and overhead space would be scarce. We were correct. Many of the last passengers on the plane had to have their carry-on bags gate-checked if they didn’t fit under the seat.
Mark and I shared a backpack, Nate had one and Ben had packed his.
Line at TSA security checkpoint was not bad. They were sending people to different lines. We chose poorly. Our line did not move. At all. I couldn’t figure out what was going on.
Finally it was our turn to put our bags through the scanner.
We went through the metal detector.
No problem.
Mark’s bag came out of the scanner. Then Nate’s bag.
That’s weird. Ben’s was in between the two bags.
Problem.
A few other bags from people who were behind us in line came through.
Then they pulled out Ben’s bag and said “Who does this bag belong to?”
I went over to the table with Ben.
First, they were checking the bag of a woman in front of us. She was deaf, and the agent kept asking her questions like “Is there anything sharp in your bag?” and she was signing back but he didn’t understand. I don’t know sign language, but I do know she was ticked off the way they were taking everything out of her bag and then putting it back in carelessly.
Then it was Ben’s turn.
First, they pulled out the two books he had packed and flipped through them.
THAT could be a problem. I don’t know why he brought this. Especially since it weighs about 10 pounds!
Mark came over just as they were swabbing a small box from Ben’s bag.
“What’s in there?”
“Exploding Kittens”
The TSA smiled, and nodded his head to one of his coworkers to check it out.
For those of you who don’t know, Exploding Kittens (and sometimes Goats) is a card game that I got Ben for Easter. A friend on the DIS recommended it when I was talking about how Ben brought Apples to Apples on the class trip.
I am not sure how long it took us to get through security, but we found our gate and the boys headed off to get something for breakfast.
About 10 minutes later, they started boarding our plane, which was smaller than the ones we usually take since it was a commuter plane. Seats were 2x2 instead of 3x3.
As I mentioned, we had seats in the front and they were loading from the back, but I started texting Mark and Nate to let them know what was going on.
5:21 Me: They are now boarding. Small children, rows 20 and higher.
5:23 Me: Rows 15 and higher
5:23 Nate: We are fine for now?
5:23 Me: Have you ordered?
5:24 Nate: Should we come? We are almost done.
5:24 Me: If you haven’t ordered come
5:24 Me: 5 and higher
At that point I saw them coming to the gate so I met them and we boarded the plane.
When we were onboard, the pilot, Moose came out to talk to the passengers, introducing himself and his co-pilot Bud and to thank everyone for flying with them. We thought that was a really nice touch.
Other than that, the flight was uneventful and quick.
Nate took this really great picture as we were landing
We touched down, early, sometime around 7.
We went to the baggage carousel and waited just a few minutes for our luggage.
We went out to grab a cab. Cabs were lined up and there was a guy out there helping to hail them over (is that called a valet?). The next cab in line was a regular sedan and then behind that was a van. There are 4 of us and two suitcases. I told the guy we wanted the van. He said the car was next.
Too bad!
The cabdriver was not happy, but there was a single lady right behind us, so it is not like he lost a fare.
I forgot to time the ride, but I want to say it was around 20 minutes from the airport to the JW Marriott and bellman put our luggage on a trolley.
We got to the check in desk and there was one person ahead of us. I checked us in and the desk clerk said “Let me see if there is a room ready”
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“Room 742”
YES!!!
The bellman followed us up to the room and we checked out our surroundings for a few minutes. We all hit the bathroom.
This was the view from our room. The indoor pool is to the right of this picture.
I glanced at the clock- it was a little past 8.
We needed to leave to make our way to the Bureau of Engraving and Printing for our 8:45 tour.
I inherited a horrid sense of direction from my dad. Mark’s is not much better.
But he has a GPS on his phone.
I hate his GPS!
When we were in Maui, and were trying to get to the Times Marketplace to shop, it took us on a long, square route, but if we had just asked someone at the hotel, they would have told us to walk straight across the lawn and we would be there.
We were following the directions to the BEP, and it seemed to be taking us too far in one direction. Then we lost the signal. Mark said “I think we need to go this way” I pulled out a map and said we should continue walking down the road we were on.
I got the skeptical comment “If that’s what you think” and mental comment “You better be right!”
We walked past the Washington Monument. The line is people waiting for same day tickets to go up into the monument. We were very thankful that our state Representative was able to get us timed tickets for Tuesday!
We found the BEP and the ticket booth, but that is not where the tour was starting. The guy at the booth gave us directions to the other side of the building, through an alley between the BEP and the Holocaust Museum.
We got there about 10 minutes before our tour was supposed to start, which is when they advised us to arrive.
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Bureau of Engraving & Printing Tour
I took this tour when I went to Washington with my dad and brother.
Mark and I went on our 5th anniversary trip.
We took the boys because that’s what you do. Tradition.
This was not the best thing we did all week.
Once our tour started, we were lead into the waiting room with a lot of displays.
Then you watch a short movie that describes the history of the Bureau of Engraving & Printing and takes you through the process. Then you go to 4 different windows in the BEP to watch the process just described.
Photos are absolutely prohibited while you are touring the BEP.
The boys’ favorite part was seeing a sign that said “I just printed up my lifetime in earning in two minutes”
We left somewhat underwhelmed, but when Nate & Ben take their kids to DC someday, the tour will likely be on the itinerary. Tradition!
After leaving the tour, we noticed we were not far from the Jefferson Memorial. This memorial is pretty far from the Mall where you find the Washington Monument, Lincoln Memorial and the War memorials. You have to walk around the whole Basin to get there. On our last trip, we were exhausted after our walk over there from the other memorials, so it made sense for us to take the time to walk over and visit the Jefferson now, but instead, we just crossed over into a park area and took a few pictures across the Basin.
The next important thing for us to do was to get something to eat, since we had a rushed breakfast at the airport. We decided to walk back to our hotel (6 blocks) to go to the food court there.
We walked back past the Washington Monument and by the future Museum of African American History
Once we arrived back at the JW Marriott, we exited the hotel through a set of double doors in the lobby and found ourselves in a very plain looking hallway. There are posters up for the food court, but it doesn't say how to get there or the hours. None of us remembered how to get there, even though we had a couple of meals here on our trip 5 years ago. We walked past an elevator that takes you to the parking garage and came to a pair of doors. We tried to open them, but they were locked. Since it was around 10:30, we thought maybe they were closed for breakfast and it was too early for lunch. They had really screwy hours when we went last time- they closed early on weekends because there aren't many people in the city then.
So we doubled back to the Starbucks in the hotel lobby.
After eating, and more importantly, getting some drinks with caffeine, we walked the couple of blocks to the Metro that would take us to the zoo.
We planned to use the Metro a few times on our trip, so we went to a machine to purchase 4 reloadable Smart Cards. We put in our credit card, followed the steps and the transaction errored off. Tried it again. Same thing. Used a different credit card. Still got an error. As we were doing this, a mechanic came by and said “This machine is not working.”
OK. A sign would have helped…
Once we moved to another machine, we were all set.
We got onto the train and made it to the Zoo stop.
Signs were good directing us where to go, but it was 4 blocks from the stop to the zoo 4 long (hot) blocks.
I expected it to be closer.
But there were a lot of gorgeous homes and streets along the way. It reminded me a little bit of the Beacon Hill neighborhood in Boston.
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Continued in Next Post- Smithsonian National Zoo