Writer's Block: Local Favorite
Jun. 19th, 2009 10:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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Most folks I meet with are familiar with Huntsville, so I can't recall the last time I played tour guide here.
In Washington, D.C., however, I am the family tour guide. For the first couple of years of college, my dad was stationed at an Army post just north of Baltimore. Relatives would come up to visit during the summer while I was up there. This lead to me taking several groups of family over the years on the train from the Marta station a 1/2 mile from my parent's quarters to Union Station. They would tell me what they were interested in or wanted to see. I provided navigation, advice on where to get food/souvenirs, and provided historical facts and trivia about the district/museum/memorial/whatever.
A few things I had a tendency to do with folks was to get a pastry from Vaccaro's (I've gone on and on about their éclairs before. So big, that I nicknamed them "gophers."), hit a few of my favorite shops in Chinatown, and if we weren't on a hotdog-for-lunch budget, we'd hit one of the trendy restaurants behind The Hill filled with politicians and hordes of young female pages in their pencil skirts.
Most folks I meet with are familiar with Huntsville, so I can't recall the last time I played tour guide here.
In Washington, D.C., however, I am the family tour guide. For the first couple of years of college, my dad was stationed at an Army post just north of Baltimore. Relatives would come up to visit during the summer while I was up there. This lead to me taking several groups of family over the years on the train from the Marta station a 1/2 mile from my parent's quarters to Union Station. They would tell me what they were interested in or wanted to see. I provided navigation, advice on where to get food/souvenirs, and provided historical facts and trivia about the district/museum/memorial/whatever.
A few things I had a tendency to do with folks was to get a pastry from Vaccaro's (I've gone on and on about their éclairs before. So big, that I nicknamed them "gophers."), hit a few of my favorite shops in Chinatown, and if we weren't on a hotdog-for-lunch budget, we'd hit one of the trendy restaurants behind The Hill filled with politicians and hordes of young female pages in their pencil skirts.
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