My family is the Gilbert/Guensburgs, Craig is the Washington Bureau Chief for the Milwaukee Journal-Sentinel and Carol works for National Public Radio and will soon be teaching a media techniques course at Georgetown University. As you can imagine, we've been spending a lot of time discussing journalism! Carol graduated from UW-Eau Claire in the '70s, so that's why they offered to host the "Devroy Fellow" every year for three weeks. They also have two sons, Andrew and Sam, who go to UW-Madison. They live just outside of "the District," in Arlington, Virginia, so it's just a short walk to the metro station and then a relatively short trip (but simple!) to the Washington Post. Interestingly enough, both the Post and my host family are on 15th Street (though not the same one)! Their public transportation system is just amazing here and conveniently set up.
On Thursday, I spent most of the day chilling with their family -- who had other company over from New York City. They're all so nice and have really been trying hard to make me feel at home. It hasn't been too difficult so far, especially with the NY Times and the Post waiting on the breakfast table every morning and with all of the questions they ask. It is a different lifestyle though, so far they've been feeding me steak, shrimp curry and naan, asparagus, and chocolate-covered strawberries! Their sons didn't know either what to do with the chutney that was apparently supposed to go on the naan, so I felt much better about everything. I feel even better though, because today we ate leftovers, pizza and salad. Much more my style! I think they pulled out the fancy cuisine for their visiting family. It's also been a test for my independence, just because I really like being able to do my own thing, and it's not hard to understand why I feel like a stranger in this house, because I am. Part of me misses my own family and being able to do things on my own terms, but you really don't learn much staying in your comfort zone. It's just different having to always be conscious of what you say, what you do and how you act, because you're not in your own home and you don't want to be rude. It's not that they're presumptuous or strict, it's just a different lifestyle living with strangers. So I find myself not eating unless they are, and not sleeping unless they are, etc.
So on Friday, I thought it would be a good idea to do some exploring! At first I was a little nervous/disappointed that I
For most of the day, I just wandered around. My favorite thing to do on my first day in any city is just breathing it in and getting a feel for the atmosphere. So I saw some of the big monuments, got lost a few times, and eventually figured out where the Washington Post office is, which metro stop to use, and how to wal
On Saturday, I went to town again, this time to check out the new Newseum, a mu
d Mail from Canada and the Milwaukee Journal-Sentinel! Very cool. Most of the museum was geared towards children and non-journalists so some of it was a little bit oversimplified. But it really was interesting. The most meaningful exhibits were probably the Berlin Wall (with sections of the actual wall on display), the journalists' memorial with the names and bios of all journalists who have died on the job, the 9/11 exhibit, the ethics station and the Pulitzer Prize winning photography gallery. I also went to Capitol Hill to see the buildings (especially the capitol and the Supreme Court Building). AND! The Library of Congress. Wow. What a beautiful building. It's the biggest library in the world. I didn't even take pictures because I felt it would be almost too intrusive and it could never do the artwork justice. The mosaics! And the marble carvings and the metal work! Just magnificent. I am posting photos from Google, because I think
you should see it, even if I don't have my own photos. I took a free tour and was hoping to see the books, smell them and just walk through the bookshelves. But, from what I understood, you needed a library card to get in weekends and they only issue them on weekdays. I did get to look at the research station from an overlook, but it really wasn't the same. (The photos? The top left is the library's great hall, and the one to the right is the research center! You can see the stacks through the archways.)So between the library and the Newseum, I was pretty much set for the day, except for the third obsession in my life: tea! There's this great tea shop called Teaism that Carol recommended. I ordered the World Peace Tisane, which has licorice root, cloves and lots of organic peppermint. Apparently it's great for clearing your sinuses, which makes sense because it left my entire mouth feeling cool, calm and refreshed. Now if only we could get the world to feel the same. So after I got my people-watching fix at the bar, I headed back toward Metro Center and found an H&M, one of my favorite stores, and bought an argyle sweater.
I feel like I've written too much already, so I'll just say that today (Sunday) was mostly devoted to reading (both newspapers and books), and catching up with a few e-mails. I start tomorrow and am terrified. But who knows? Maybe it won't be so bad. Maybe. I think I have my outfit picked out, or at least narrowed down to two options. Now I just have to put together a list of things I want to do while I'm there! I'd really like to go to a White House press conference, maybe follow around a Capitol Hill reporter, and maybe tag along with the Supreme Court reporter... but really, I'd be happy doing anything.

3 comments:
We let the Canadians have an embassy?!?!
Have fun Janie,
Sam
You sounds like such a grown-up... out in the world on your own. I'm so proud of you and excited for you and I'm praying your first day today goes well! =)
Oh, and I was just as excited about visiting that library when I went to DC but was also quite disappointed that I couldn't simply wander through all those books. Sad day. You have to visit the Holocaust Museum while you're there! I'm about to go get a latte myself--I'll be thinking of you!
hmmmm....I'm impressed. call me.
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