How much do I love having visitors? I get to pretend like I know what I’m doing when we ride the Metro or go sightseeing.

Plus, they all wanted to see and do things I wouldn’t have thought of on my own, expert though I am. When my boyfriend came I got to see a crazy Capitol tour guide feed a squirrel peanuts by having them climb up her clothes to get them. When my parents came I saw a sweet Ben Franklin exhibit. When my friend came I took lots of amazing pictures of people who didn’t know they were about to make an appearance in my photo library.

If that wasn’t enough, I got to see the various memorials about 18 times and eat at restaurants enough to crave no more than water and applesauce for the next week.

Thanks all.