The time to leave Disney had finally arrived. The time we were supposed to leave was 11am, but seeing as I rolled a new suitcase for packing into my apartment at 10am that timeline was #unachievablegoals. Samantha and I left about an hour late. I too am shocked at my blatant rebellion.
The eyeballs got a little sweaty when I said a legit see ya real soon to Kyra.
It would be 8 days until we would be reunited in her home town.
Then it was time for a bye forever, see you never to my second Floridian apartment.
We couldn't decide if we should look happy or sad. Personally, I was very committed to my "I obviously woke up like this" look.
After a little luggage reshuffling and disposal it was time for my roommate (or old roommate now) and I to board our first flight.
To those outside the Disney bubble the accessory on our heads may have appeared strange. But they scored us extra pretzels and nuts on the flight. And free food is something we can all appreciate.
Samantha did supply us with candy (yes, that's an Americanism I don't mind using... or eating).
We'd left our Orlando oasis behind for a Northern winter. Samantha and I were set to experience temperatures we previously thought would've killed us. Lucky for you, I didn't freeze, so you can read the rest of my blog posts.
The host for the Maryland portion of our trip was Samantha's former Fantasyland friend, Colleen. She invited us to stay with her family in their lovely home.
Our vacation schedules were perfectly organised by Colleen. From providing snacks in the car ride from the airport to our day exploring Smithsonian museums.
First we saw Washington DC's version of a castle. Not quite as extravagant as Cinderella's, but it was warm inside.
My little old iPhone 4 didn't suddenly develop an even more severe aversion to semi-decent photography. That portrait was comprised of a whole bunch of tiny images.
Then it was time for a visit to the Air and Space Museum.
It was out of this world.
Apparently astronauts aren't confined to a strict diet of space food sticks.
What better place to have an American Museum than America?
The highlight was a pair of red heels.
The yellow brick road was a lot shorter than I imagined.
The First Lady's dresses, on the other hand, were quite long.
Samantha and I were oddly captivated by the rocks at the Museum of Natural History. The gems
and Marie Antoinette's earrings were pretty cool too,
but nothing compared to touching the rocks.
I touched something else I don't normally touch...
Only because Sheila the stick insect was Australian.
Then we wrapped up our time at the Smithsonian.
That day we also saw the Whitehouse!... through a fence... from a great distance.
We headed back in the afternoon to watch Nicholas Cage (the Nickelback of acting) in National Treasure. Inspired by the film we began plotting the next day's theft of the Declaration of Independence. You'll have to read the next blog post to find out how that little criminal endeavour went.
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