I had a few days to wander all by my lonesome in Washington D.C. 
last week while Mikey was doing some important Mike Stuff. I found my 
freedom so much more enthralling than I had anticipated and thoroughly 
enjoyed taking the metro and hopping around the various {& 
free!} museums available.On
 Wednesday I even tried a bit of a run {one minute on, one minute off 
for 20 minutes total; I'm a beast} before heading out. I couldn't help 
but take a few furtive shots of the verdant foliage. I've talked before 
about how beautiful and varied green can be in Spring.
People around here don't have screened in porches like there are in other cities. At least I think so.
Aren't these homes cute?
I
 am enamored of the public transportation I was able to use. In San Jose
 there's not much available. Or rather, what is available isn't easy to 
use {in my opinion} since our light rail isn't very far reaching, 
neither is the train and buses aren't super direct. Maybe I just like my car too much. No matter what, riding the D.C. and 
Boston metros was delightful to me; it seems like everyone actually uses
 them! They go almost everywhere! How novel!
I took the red line to the 
National Mall and checked out the 
Smithsonian National Museum of Natural History.
 I had been to this museum several times prior to last week's visit but 
never before by myself. I had a great lunch of Maryland crab soup and 
set out, first perusing the gift shops. I didn't buy anything and actually rarely
 do in gift shops but I always feel a strong urge to look at everything just
 to make sure there's nothing I can't live without. I was able to find some stuff for my pops.
He has such weird interests. Good thing I didn't inherit any of that; HA.
Within the actual museum this
 massive Boa Constrictor was kind of a let down.
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| It's eating a giant lizard. | 
The exhibit seemed more
 cartoonish than informative. But in my desire to leave no sign unread, I still had to check it out.
There
 was a super interesting area all about our bones and the history they 
can tell. A great portion of it focused on colonial history 
{think Jamestown era} which FASCINATES me. I didn't take pictures, though, and I'll spare you any attempt at recapitulating anything else; Smithsonian does a much better job than I do. I 
will share these stuffed rodents.
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| So maybe I did inherit something from my dad. | 
Oooh oooh oooh I just remembered - there is one more thing I took a picture of. In homage to my hummingbird class I took in Arizona with my mother-in-law and 
Becs.
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| It's a swift and a hummer. | 
I'll explain the class later this month. I realize that "hummingbird class" may sound odd to the unsuspecting reader and that an explanation may be in order.
I also popped into the 
National Museum of American History as well but at that point I had been on my little feeties for WAY too long, school groups were 
everywhere and thus I could only manage so much. Three highlights, in no particular order.
Dorothy's shoes.
Archie Bunker's chair.
Pretty Art Deco jewelry.
I really do ♥
 museums. I could wax poetic for days about these glorious places but, 
again, I'll spare you. I do want to state, for the record, that it's 
such
 an enjoyable way to learn; walking through a building and rooms that 
are chock full of juicy little tidbits of information. Images of dry and stuffy art museums 
may come to mind for some but there are so many interactive and engaging
 places out there. The greatest aspect of D.C.'s Smithsonian museums is 
that they are FREE. Add in that their curators seriously know what 
they're doing and this city is right up my alley.
What if you're not in or around the District of Colombia, you ask? Well, locally I love the 
Oakland Museum of California, the 
Children's Discovery Museum of San Jose {a throwback}, San Jose 
History Park, 
The Rosicrucian Egyptian Museum in San Jose {mummies! lots of them! a walk-through tomb!} and the 
California Academy of Sciences in San Francisco's Golden Gate Park. Each is quite different from the other but I've spent many happy hours in my youth and young adulthood within their walls {or gates!}. And then there's the 
Musical Instrument Museum in the Phoenix area, as talked about in a similar-to-this-post 
HERE.
Please don't be intimidated by how hep and on-the-scene I am. Which museums make your heart sing? 
xoxo, natty ♥