Bright lights and the big city

Things have been good.

-Everyone on the program is super nice.
-Robbie (my roommate) and I got the extra big handicap room at the end of the hallway. This does not mean we're handicap; it means that the coordinator likes us, or so we've been told.
-The weather is fabulous.
-My fear basically vanished once we landed in D.C.
-The singles ward is great. Lots of friendly, ambitious people.

It's interesting, living in the heart of the city. There is definitely a thrum of energy radiating through the air. Probably because this is like, the hub of the country or something.

Here are some noteworthy verbal snapshots of life you might enjoy:

-Yesterday we saw a biker get hit by a car. Don't worry; he lived. Don't worry; I won't be riding bikes around here.
-I have zero sense of direction. I thought I did. Unfortunately, it it turns out that knowing that the mountains in Provo are eastward does not count as a sense of direction.
-On Friday there was some gay youth pride fair going on and we had to walk straight through it. Just keep the culture comin'.
-On Saturday all the embassies were open to the public, so we got to tour them. Basically all the other countries in the world took over the old colonial homes in the city. Kind of ironic, if you ask me.
-The sunsets here are really pretty. Unfortunately you can't see them because we are, in fact, in the middle of the city.
-I walked home from the Lincoln Memorial without shoes on. Not public health for sure.
-"Bright lights and the big city" has been stuck in my head since I've been here. I know it's a song, but I don't know what song, and I don't know any other line besides that one. 

That's all for the verbal snapshots. Here are some actual snapshots, special thanks to my phone:
 

Filipinos have skills. 

Walking to the memorial.

The lovely Lincoln Memorial.

Cute Asians and the Washington Monument.