Stats for the day: 0 miles which means 0 climbing. (Pump fist while saying, "Yesssss!")
Ready to give our behinds a rest from the bikes, we wandered down to see the White House. In front of the most famous address in the world, we overheard a 4 or 5-year-old girl ask, "Daddy, is that where Barack Obama lives?" Very cute.
|Where Barack Obama Lives|
On the way to hail the cab we stopped at the Vietnam Memorial Wall. This one always touches me. I was in high school during this war and my older sisters had friends who were drafted, so that means many of those people listed on the wall should have been just a little older than I am now. They didn't get to see those birthdays. Also, having been so recently in Southeast Asia I could easily put faces on the people they lost over there, as well. Such a loss. So many saddened families.
|Vietnam Memorial Wall|
Back on the bikes tomorrow.