8 Months of Adventure!: We Remember the Fallen...

Today Rachael and I spent the better part of the afternoon at Arlington National Cemetery. With 624 acres of land, you can imagine just how many of our men and women are buried here. Not everyone buried was a soldier, for some spouses and kids have the privilege, too. But all ranks of every armed force has a place here. Rear admirals are buried next to sergeants, four-star WWII generals amongst the dead from the Spanish-American War. It's a breathtaking, beautiful sight, and I really suggest everyone go when they have a chance.

Of course I took pictures of just about everything, but I didn't video tape or take pictures of the actual ceremony part of the changing of the guard. It's too beautiful, too serene and surreal to do. The Army men are absolutely pristine in uniform and the checks of the guards by the Staff Sergeant is like something out of a movie. It really moves you.

Not everything was somber today. Myra helped me move my luggage to the Buchanan, which, btw, is ridiculously nice!! For those who were in Canada with me, think about the lobby of the hotels we stayed in and add a few more crystal chandeliers. You have my building. It's gorgeous! I'm going to be so spoiled staying here, especially basically within walking distance of work!

The last night was filled with paper writing, minor anxiety, and craziness with big sis Rachael when we went to Johnny Rockets for dinner! We obnoxiously sang to Aretha Franklin, the B2s, and the Angels at the 50s diner. Sooo yummy and a perfect night to a great first weekend!