So you might ask, what do two people do after having ridden their bicycles 340 miles? You eat a large delicious hamburger, of course(at least Dear Husband eats a hamburger). While we searched for the zero mile marker, we put the “Wizard” in charge of finding a place to eat lunch. Having arrived at our meeting spot at 1:45 pm, we were all very ready for something to eat. The “Wizard” used his magic powers to locate a great burger joint and a parking garage.
Dear Husband and The “Wizard” enjoyed the Six Buck Chuck burger while I expanded my horizons trying the Upstream Run, seems like the perfect sandwich for a sewingupstream kind of girl. If you like salmon, Asian Slaw, Sriracha Aioli, and mixed greens, this would be a good choice for you too. Delicious! After having a relaxing meal in a real chair with a back(8 days of a bicycle seat and picnic table, need I explain more?) we headed back to the car to finish marking off the final “to do’s” on my bucket list.
When planning this trip we decided a person shouldn’t leave Washington, DC without a trip to the National Mall to see several of the monuments and memorials. And it just so happened that The “Wizard” had never visited any of the monuments(a good sign he is a fake). The National Mall was just a short walk away, so off we went.
I was surprised at how full of people The National Mall was for a Thursday afternoon. I wished we could have spent more time showing The “Wizard” other things in Washington, DC, but with a six hour drive ahead of us and one more stop to finish off my bucket list, we needed to tap our heels and start the journey home.
More than 30 years ago, before Dear Husband was a husband, he went in search of the perfect sewing machine to give me as a Christmas gift. A friend of his recommended he look at Bernina sewing machines and spoke of a great fabric shop in the Washington, DC area that sold the Bernina line of machines. After doing his research, he did in fact purchase a Bernina sewing machine for me that I still use and love today. Buried in the back of my mind for all of these years was the desire to visit that fabric shop in Washington, DC that his friend had mentioned. And so the final stop on our journey was G Street Fabrics.
The drive to the shop was about 20 minutes from Washington, DC and happened to take us on the street that all the foreign embassies are located. It was a fun surprise to see the interesting architecture of the Iranian Embassy, the South African Embassy, and the Embassy of Great Britain. Sorry, no pictures, I was driving.
It was a perfect night to visit G Street Fabrics, there were only a hand full of customers, so the store was quiet and for this girl who had waited so long to get there it was “heavenly.” I know for those of you who aren’t sewers it would be hard to understand how a fabric store could be “heavenly,” but for me seeing, touching and even smelling fabric(I know that is really weird) brings a sense of peace and quiet and lots of creative ideas start rolling around in my head.
I left the shop with only three items in my bag, but more importantly I left filled with peace, joy, and thankfulness for the opportunity to fulfill a dream and share it with loving family and friends all along the way.
Dorothy: But it wasn’t a dream. It was a place, and you [Hunk] and you [Hickory] and you [Zeke]… and you [Professor Marvel] were there. [Everyone laughs] But you couldn’t have been, could you?
Auntie Em: We dream lots of silly things when we…
Dorothy: No, Aunt Em. This is a real, truly live place. And I remember that some of it wasn’t very nice. But most of it was beautiful. But just the same, all I kept saying to everybody was, ‘I want to go home.’ And they sent me home. [Everyone chuckles again] Doesn’t anybody believe me?
Uncle Henry: Of course we believe you, Dorothy.
Dorothy: Oh, but anyway, Toto, we’re home! Home! And this is my room – and you’re all here! And I’m not gonna leave here ever, ever again because I love you all! – And oh, Auntie Em, there’s no place like home. There’s no place like home.
No place like home…at least until the next bicycle trip…Hmmm?