Washington, D.C..--Day 1

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What we would like to say about these kids is:  What Troopers They Are!

With a 4:30 a.m. wake up call, everyone was out of bed and into travel duds.  Mark and the kids arrived at the Ant Farm at 5:30 and we were off for O'Hare airport.  Our United flight took off on time and it seemed like only minutes before we were descending into our nation's Capitol.

Grandma Pam (great travel planner that she is) had arranged for a shuttle to pick us up.  We hopped aboard and arrived at The Homewood Suites on Massachusetts Ave.  After a quick unpack, we hit the streets.  We had made reservations for a Capitol tour for both today and tomorrow so we could decide how to manage our activities after we got here.  We were not able to get tickets to the Holocaust museum online, so we thought we'd walk there first and see what we could do in person.  Our lunch plans were foiled by a 45 minute wait so we bought hot dogs and warm pretzels from a street vendor and ate in a park.  

After "lunch" we continued our walk toward the Holocaust Museum and the Jefferson end of the Tidal Basin.  The cherry trees are in bloom.  The wind was blowing and as we walked we were showered with pink and white petals.  All-of-a-sudden, we heard sirens.  Several helicopters flew overhead and hovered over something in the distance.  Police cars flew by...several ambulances...a fire truck.  Through the trees by the Jefferson memorial we could see flashing lights and surmised that "something big must have happened over there."

At the Holocaust Museum we discovered there were tickets for a 4:15 entrance today.  We took the tickets and off we went to see the Martin Luther King, Jr. Memorial, The Franklin D. Roosevelt Memorial, and then to pay our respects to Thomas Jefferson.  Helicopters continued to fly overhead.  Sirens screamed.  Official cars flashed here and there, but no one seemed to be overly concerned, so when in Rome...

At 3:30 we were back at the Holocaust Museum taking a rest on some benches near the entrance when I got a text from our friend Lyn, in Colorado:  "US Capitol on lockdown--staffers told to shelter in place."  "What is happening?"  I texted back.  "Shots fired in Capitol visitor center.  Suspect shot and in custody and on the way to the hospital."

We texted our family to let everyone know we were safe, and then it was time to go into the Holocaust Museum.  Had we not asked Olivia to just get the jist of many of the displays, I think we would still bin inside.  She was a careful observer--taking time and looking thoughtfully at everything.  It is a hard place to visit, but so moving and well done we wanted both kids to have as much time as they needed.

By 6:30 we were back at our hotel, snacking our way through the amazing dinner bar--all compliments of the house.  Now we are wind burned and tired.  Daric has practiced his play lines (Dr. Livesey in Treasure Island), Olivia and Grandma Pam have perused the pictures they took today, and we are all ready to tuck in.  Tomorrow?  The Capitol and monuments and memorials on the National Mall.

Here are a few impressions offered by our fellow travelers

 

Daric:  It was a beautiful day in the neighborhood.  I really like D.C.  Our day was fun and educational.  I really liked walking around the tidal basin and thought the cherry blossoms were cool.

Olivia:  I observed that at the beginning of the FDR memorial President Roosevelt was cast as a small man in a wheel chair...perhaps signifying the stature of someone you didn't know much about,  but by the end of his Presidency he was represented as a very large statue...signifying what an important figure he had been, and also signifying that we knew him much better after visiting all of the memorial.

At the Holocaust museum there was a quote that said:  "Where books are burned, in the end people will be burned."  (Heinrich Heine)  "I liked that," Olivia reported. "And there was a quote at the Martin Luther King, Jr. Memorial that I liked." (See picture below)

In front of the White House...Just after the Easter Egg Roll event.

 Cherry Trees and our favorite kids.

               Small boy and a BIG monument...MLK

Meeting the man...Understanding the President

      Visiting Mr. Jefferson

      From the Holocaust Museum

Here We Go Again!

We are back on the Illinois prairie.  The big holiday seasons are long gone.  A new year has begun. We spent February and much of March in Colorado.  The wind in the mountains was horrendous during much of our stay, stronger and more frequent than we've experienced in the almost 40 years we've been migrating to and from Colorado.  This blog is another catch up and a way to say...we're off again.

The last blog was posted soon after our return from Italy.  We are still reveling in the wonders of that trip.  Most recently, we received greetings from the Italian government in the form of three, one hundred euro traffic tickets from our last adventuring through the streets of Florence in an attempt to return Leonardo to Hertz Rental.  Ahhh...memories.  The tickets are paid and all's well.

In January we received sad news of an "old friend" whose acquaintance we made while in Hanoi, Vietnam several years ago.  In our first walk around that city, we came upon a lake.  As we followed the path around the water, I heard music as if from a carousel.  We passed old men reading newspapers, mothers pushing strollers, and many young couples.  It was wedding season in Vietnam and brides and grooms-to-be were having make up applied, hair coiffed, bouquets and boutonnières arranged, and pictures taken.  I noticed a group of teens running along one side of the lake, laughing and yelling to one another.  I quickly joined them to see what the commotion was about.  "Tur-tel, tur-tel," they told me while pointing excitedly into the water.  All of a sudden, a huge turtle surfaced, his pointed nose facing us.  He almost appeared to be smiling.  The kids were delighted.  I took pictures and was happy to have been included in their merriment.  In January of this year came the news of the demise of Cu Rua, the tur-tel.  From the news clip, I surmised the "music" I was hearing at the lake was the train, singing to Cu Rua.  Here is the story in case you missed it:

HANOI, Vietnam January 22, 2016

— A giant turtle, a mythic symbol of Vietnamese independence and longevity that had quietly paddled around Hanoi’s central lake for decades — some say centuries — is dead, official state news media has reported.

The turtle, known as Cu Rua (Cu Zu-Ah), or Great-Grandfather Turtle, weighed an estimated 360 pounds and was believed to have died of natural causes. Its precise age was unknown.  It would be difficult to overstate Cu Rua’s spiritual and cultural significance in this deeply superstitious and Confucian country, where the news of the turtle’s demise prompted an outpouring of sadness and hand-wringing.

And its timing, as a Communist Party congress opened to choose Vietnam’s top leaders for the next five years, was widely interpreted as a bad omen for both the party and the nation.

“People say the turtle’s death is bad luck, and a way for the gods to show that something’s about to happen,” said Nguyen Thien Hung, the caretaker of the Vu Thach Buddhist temple, which lies a few steps from the lake.  “If I were to discuss the political implications of this, the government would think I was trying to destabilize it,” he said. “But everyone thinks this is bad luck for the government.”

For many here, Cu Rua was sacred, the earthly embodiment of the legendary turtle of the lake. In the 15th century, the legend says, a nationalist hero borrowed a magic sword — possibly from a dragon king — fought with it to drive out occupying Chinese forces, and returned the sword to a turtle that surfaced in Hoan Kiem Lake, the “Lake of the Returned Sword,” in central Hanoi.

Cu Rua’s death was a loss for biological history as well. It was one of the last of the Yangtze giant soft-shell turtles, species Rafetus swinhoei, which now has just three known specimens, two in China and one in a lake outside Hanoi.

“The loss of this critically important animal brings the species one step closer to extinction,” Peter Pritchard, an international turtle authority and author of the book “Rafetus, The Curve of Extinction,” said in an email from his home in Florida.

But for the Vietnamese, biodiversity may have been the least of Cu Rua’s attributes.  Of the four animals that many Vietnamese consider sacred, including the dragon, phoenix and unicorn, the turtle is the only one that exists in real life, said Pamela McElwee, a Vietnam expert and a professor of human ecology at Rutgers University. As a result, she added, Hanoi’s giant turtle was seen as an important link between “the here and now, the earthly world and the spiritual world.”

It was also a symbol of the capital’s endurance in the face of decades of war and upheaval.  Whenever a train rumbles into the Hanoi Railway Station, the conductor plays a patriotic song that chronicles Hanoi’s recovery after the Vietnam War and ends with an ode to one of the city’s most famous monuments: a shrine in the center of Hoan Kiem Lake built in the 1880s to honor the sacred turtle.

Nguyen Thi Van Anh, 40, a customer-service agent at the Hanoi Railway Station, said she had never seen the turtle but always thought of it as an important symbol of her hometown.  “Now I feel like I’m missing something, but I can’t describe what,” she said.

If the sacred turtle was a national symbol, it is hardly surprising that it had a troubled relationship with China, Vietnam’s giant neighbor and longtime Communist ally.  Thanks to the legend of the lake, the turtle is Vietnam’s clearest symbol of resistance to Chinese aggression. Cu Rua’s death was discovered the day the Vietnamese Foreign Ministry lashed out against China for sending an oil rig into disputed waters of the South China Sea and during a heated national debate about the country’s political and economic dependence on China.

But the turtle’s relationship with China also has an element of codependency.  The only known remaining female Yangtze giant soft-shell turtle lives in China, and her male partner there may be infertile, several turtle experts said in interviews this week.

The species’ last best hope may be to breed Vietnam’s last surviving turtle with China’s female.  So far, there has been no effort to do so, according to Nguyen Quang Truong, a herpetologist at the Institute of Ecology and Biological Resources in Hanoi.

For one, the sex of the remaining Vietnamese turtle is not yet clear, he said. But even if it turns out to be male, planning a cross-border turtle tryst, or even a sperm shipment for artificial insemination, would require high-level bilateral collaboration, piles of paperwork and the cooperation of nature.

“It’s quite complicated,” Mr. Truong said.

Pam emailed Hao, our travel agent in Hanoi with whom we have become friendly.  Hao told Pam she was very sad at Cu Rua's passing.  She had never seen the turtle herself.  "To have done so," she said, "is very fortunate, indeed."   Here are pictures of the kids and Cu Rua:

 And so it goes out here on the prairie.  Snow continues to fall in the mountains today--six inches and accumulating.  We expect the storm here tomorrow.  And the next great adventure?  Monday we leave for Washington, D. C. with Olivia and Daric.  Stay tuned for the adventures of the travelers in our nation's capitol.