OD in DC Part 2: We're Back!!!

Finally...the first blog. The internet in the intern housing building has been in disarray since we arrived. All the local wi-fi spots are closed by 9pm, so there has been a very small window of opportunity to get work done. As for me I've used that opening for homework, although the blog has been a potential thought of a way to procrastinate.

Orlando and I made a pit stop in NC to visit my wonderful family for a few days. This may sound very biased, but Ireally have the best family ever. Going between Uncle Dan and Aunt Dori's houseto Uncle Barry's home was so pleasant and each host so hospitable. Our afterdinner conversations are always interesting. The best story was from a certain uncle(he likes to think he is my favorite, but all three are my favorite) who told mehow he used to eavesdrop on my mom's conversations when she was a teenager. It was brilliant and quite mischievous, yet I believe I would have been his partner in crime if I was there. Here are a few pics from our trip to the great state of North Carolina...

Go Mason!

Score!

Moffitts are very sweet...

but very silly!

I am now an official intern and absolutely loving it. The organization is the best in DC and it treats the interns very well. During our orientation the intern coordinator made it very clear the organization plans everything around meals. Meaning all meetings and lectures will be during meal times. Can't complain about that! My supervisor said the joke in DC is we disquise ourselves as a think-tank, but we really are a catering service. Needless to say I've been well fed.

These past couple days have been quite interesting. My arrogance got me caught in a hail storm and out $20 worth of food. I know, I know...not very smart. Union Station is a couple of blocks from my apt and I went over there to get some food. My great idea was to buy a whole pizza to have leftovers for a couple of days. Well, by the time I was walking out of the station with my large pizza pie in hand it started to rain. It wasn't just a small rain shower. It was pouring! Folks were hiding behind the columns to block the wind and rain. (This is where my idiocy kicked in) I thought to myself "These wimps! I'm from Florida, hurricane country...this is nothing. Let me show them how it's done." Well, I proceeded to role my jeans up (I hate when the bottom of my jeans get wet) and pulled out my umbrella. I began to cross the street. Umm yea...when I got half way through the street I realized why they say DC has a terrible drainage system. The water was up to my calf (So much for keeping my jeans dry). Still with my pride intact I proceeded onward. After about a block, I realized the rain drops were feeling a lot harder. Well, it was hail about the size of pennies. But nothing could stop me now. I was just praying the hail didn't get any larger and knock me unconcious and kill me (I know, that thought was very morbid). After crossing through a couple of more flooded streets, pelted by hail along the way, I made it to the lobby of my building. To say I was drenched would be to mild of a word. To say the pizza was drenched would also be to conservative of a word. (Shoutout to Orlando. He was a sweetheart when he ran to a pizza parlor and bought me some pizza.)One thing is for sure any stubborness and pride I had got washed away in the rain. I don't think I will be charging into any more hailstorms with my Florida flag of pride raised high in the air.

I really look forward to blogging this summer about all the things I learn and
experience. My hope is you will enjoy hearing about Orlando and my adventures. Feel free to leave comments. We love when you do.

Until next time...

Yuumm...Tortilla Coast...Ouch! way to expensive for interns!

I found a little bit of heaven in DC.