Sunday in Virginia

It was Sunday and Nonna went to mass with Papa’s cousin, her husband and daughter. It was good to be able to share prayer with them. She handed me a song book and we sang. Her husband is a Eucharistic minister and she had been choir director for several years, so they are very active parishioners and well known in the community. I felt at home.

After mass, we picked up Papa at the house, left their daughter home, and went out to breakfast. We went to a place called Virginia Kitchen. It reminded me so much of Eggy’s in Sacramento where BB & JB often go and bring us when we’re up visiting. Again we felt at home.




After breakfast the four of us went on a car tour of the city. How fortunate we felt to have our own private tour guides. We drove to Arlington, past Georgetown University, and then over to the White House as our expert “guides” pointed out all the important buildings and sites. I took pictures from the car window. When we got to the White House, we parked and got off. Standing in front of the White House gates, we had a perfect view of the house and grounds and the secret service on the roof with binoculars checking out the crowd. More pictures, of course, and we walked all the way around the block.

We also went to see some of the war monuments, Korea



and World War II,



plus the Lincoln and the Washington memorials. Some long walks through the National Mall made us realize how much bigger and more impressive it is than we had realized.




After a long day of touring, we didn’t want to go home and cook, but decided we could “take-out.” We went home, ordered Chinese food from a nearby restaurant, and ate and talked some more.