Cricket’s Great Hamlet Adventure:Day One
The day was certainly full:
- Up at 3 am to catch a 6 am
- Fly over at least 3 time zones
- Learn quickly how to ride the MARC from Baltimore to DC
- Figure out my hotel from Union Station
- Where to eat dinner? Back to Union Station because the pub next dinner is not on my budget
- Move with the masses to the Mall for fireworks–crowds are not my fave, but Fourth of July at the nation’s capitol? I got over myself and blended, absorbed, dodged, and weaved.
- I claimed a spot and waited.
- There were so many cultures represented I felt I was at an outdoor Ikea festival (okay, my odd personal reference since whenever I go to an Ikea it’s like a UN day, either that or my smalltown bubbling is showing)
- The big moment:
NOTE: our smalltown event lasts about 10 minutes consisting of very dramatically spaced singular shots. I was indeed properly dazzled by this pyrotechnic dazzlement.
- And then my approximate 19 minutes back to the hotel turn into an hour long “lost, yet flowing with the masses walking tour of DC at 10 o’clock at night”–it would have been scary except for there being two cops for every second block. Locals were very friendly and helpful in redirecting me. At one point after asking directions once again (I forgot to turn on my precise location indicator on my Google Maps–now corrected) a nice young woman caught up to me on the sidewalk and sincerely cautioned me about steering clear of the sketchy 8th street area. And I thought DC would be harsh and sense my smalltown girl and chomp me up. Everyone, especially the police, have been very nice.
DAY TWO: squeezing in Dorothy’s shoes before dinner