Yesterday we found ourselves on foreign soil.
So I was standing amongst the headphones and distant faces when all of a sudden a girl comes up to me and ask if I know what's going on. Is a train ever going to travel north? I told her I was just as confused by the idiotic decision of the DC transportation system to continue a one track on a busy Saturday afternoon - especially during the embassy tour weekend. Actually, I just said I was just as confused, but I assumed that had to be the case. I decided to follow her for some reason; I guess I was curious to make sure I was on the correct course. No metro listed on the board. We decided we had a least 10 minutes to go ask the attendant. So again, we decide to follow each other. He confirmed one would be coming soon. We then get to talking and realize we're traveling to the same area. After a little bit of conversation, she asks me if I am Mormon. I was actually just thinking similar thoughts in my own head. "Yes." "Oh me too." And so there goes my new friend for the afternoon. Christina moved here 3 days ago, and we were both 30 minutes late due to the awesomeness of metro travel. We chat and swap similar stories of "moving on faith and a good feeling." She is looking for a job, but thought this was where she should be. She had a sense of fearlessness that I could tell helped move her. She did not hesitate to speak to strangers, which I find to be a gift. I don't think I was born with the gift of gab. I am quick to tune out when I have heard the topic before. I think I was born to befriend particular people, not everyone. I know I wasn't born to entertain a crowd. If I could make comments without the obligation to then continue a 10 minute conversation, I would start the conversation a lot more. My fear is them reading how I don't really care after 5 minutes. Is it okay that I don't care to get to know certain people? However, disregarding the previous comments, I enjoyed meeting someone new and realizing how awesome it is that the Lord puts people in particular places. We're in the world, but not of the world. The lady on the train thought we were sisters. No we told her, we actually just met.
It was a wonderful Saturday afternoon, even when I became whiny because we ended up walking a few more miles than anticipated. My shoes without socks soon became a quick mistake. Lunch time was past due and well, you can imagine. Brazil was my favorite embassy of the few we saw. It's the only one i really took pictures at. See below:
See others:
Ukrainian dolls
Statue near Haiti
Thai fighting
Saudi Arabian food
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