Here's where things took a wrong turn. Literally.
Now, if I'd bothered to look at my Metro map, I would have realized that Greenbelt is the very end of the Green Line. The. END. Zack and I ran up the steps just as a train arrived, hopped on, and away we went.
The next stop was University of Maryland. Now in my addled mind, I thought, that can't BE. We *PASSED* UMD in the car on the way to the Metro station. So Zack and I jumped off the train.
Only to realize we were on the right train after all.
So we jumped on the next train. Which promptly took us BACK to Greenbelt.
Two wrong trains in five minutes has to be a record.
We finally got going in the right direction and arrived at Federal Center and headed towards the duck pond near the US Botanic Garden.
Right away, we saw the huge duck pond, and right away, I saw no ducks. Noooo ducks.
Zack kept a chipper attitude and we walked the entire length of the pond only to find two ducks in a corner. And that's when things got crazy fun. Because there weren't just ducks at the pond -- oh no! There were seagulls and pigeons, too. And they wanted their share of the loot.
One sea gull detected something interesting in a nine-year old boy.
Then the feeding commenced.
Bread in mid-air, pigeon in mid-stare.
Zack belly-laughed the entire time. He also shared his bread with a little girl and then we all hoped we wouldn't get pooped on from all the seagulls in the air!
Bread scattered, we wandered up towards Capitol Hill to enjoy the annual cherry blossoms.
We also took in some of the architecture.
Then for some reason we took a picture of our shoes.
The next thing we decided to do was find a street vendor. Zack has never experienced the fun of ordering a cherry ice on the street, and this was on his "must do" list. We bought the ice, then found a cool area out of the sun to rest and take more pictures.
Then I let Zack take the camera, and this is what he wanted to shoot.
(Please excuse the windswept hair!)
Now to head home. All was well when I turned my head to talk to to Zack and WHOOMP! Where did Mommy go? Why, down on the sidewalk, sprawled out like an idiot. When I turned my head to talk to Zack, we happened to be passing a construction site, and I failed to notice a small piece of rubble in my way. Having broken my ankles three times total, I have weak ankles to begin with and often stumble when my ankle twists. But this was an all out theatrical gasp-from-the-crowd-inducing arse over tea kettle. Zack was freaked but I had to laugh, and honestly was just embarrassed. No torn pants, no blood. But oh man, the next morning? Quite another story!
Back to the Metro. Once again, I got directionally challenged but at least this time we didn't get ON the train before I realized it was the wrong one. While we waited, I took a shot of the tunnel.
For some reason it spooks me. Don't ask me why, because I just couldn't tell you. I've got no clue.
An uneventful train ride back to the parking lot, where we had parked in Egypt. Our tired feet were so glad to find the car (with the help of my constantly hitting the beep button on my key.)
I couldn't have asked for a better day, a better kid, or more fun. Even getting lost on the train was fun because we knew we were safe and had all the time in the world together. Even the fall-down-go-boom was a funny spot in the day because it showed Zack that grown-ups are klutzes, too.