Dilly-Dallying in the District

Last week, Dalton was working down in Virginia Beach and I was a lone little lady, hanging out with the Real Housewives of New York and dried pineapple. He was gone three days, and oh how I hated those days! I missed my best friend so much. So when he got home (new car in tow…Bye Carmen!) every second was spent together. We slept in until an embarrassing hour on Friday, saw Wish I Was Here-LOVED, played Banangrams and ate chocolate ice-cream in bed. That's my kind of night. 

We woke up early on Saturday to meet some friends (I know, I know, Friends! It's still a budding relationship, but holy cow i'm so excited to have friends in this place) at this wonderful thing called Eastern Market. It's like your typical Farmer's Market times three. After the renowned Blueberry Buckwheat Pancakes and the best Eggs Benedict Dalt has ever had, it was time to explore. I was leaving no booth unturned. 

A plethora of fresh fruit

Is there anything better than mini doughnuts? I praise those machines.

After a nap…it was an early morning ok?…we hopped in the new car, name to be determined, and crossed the yellow bricked bridge to The District. 

Still dreaming about that queso. We decided when we have family/friend visitors this is where we're taking them. So, I don't know, like, COME!  

my cute date

Ended the night promenading Georgetown. It's like a mini SoHo! Yeah, I like that place. 

Our church isn't until 3:00 on Sundays, I know…I knoooow. So instead of watching Netflix until 2:30, we headed to the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History for an intensely educational morning ;) But not without brunch! 

This is how the French do hot chocolate, apparently.

THE MUSEUM 

Trying. That's the caption of this photo. We try. 

The Nackos' had a fun weekend familiarizing ourselves with our city. I think we could live here forever and still not experience all this city has to offer. We are lucky.