I had a couple of new experiences in D.C. over the past couple of weeks.
When my friend Joyce visited, we went to the
International Spy Museum, which turned out to have much more substance than I had expected.
I was thinking it’d be a goofy experience of spycraft, but after taking on the personas of spies to carry with us throughout our visit, we wandered through exhibit after exhibit on the history and tools of spying.
We learned about an ancient book of warfare that is still used in military instruction today, and the various ways that information has been delivered secretly over the years — including cameras hidden in shirt buttons.
There were lots of hands-on, interactive exhibits — trying out the art of disguises, looking for potential “drop box” sites and the presence of other spies. I even crawled through a simulated airduct to “listen” to conversations I wasn’t supposed to hear.
After watching a video on some contemporary spies, I was on information overload and bypassed the most up-to-date exhibit on cybersecurity.
The following weekend I enjoyed culture of another sort: a Nationals-Phillies game at Nats Stadium.
My boyfriend, Ted, grew up a big fan of all sports Philadelphia, so when the Phillies came to town one of his brothers and a nephew arrived, too, for a Friday evening game.
It was a lot of fun being in a ballpark again, and one I’d never been to before, at that.
We had good seats, behind first base, and found ourselves in a crowd mixed with Nats and Phillies fans.
They allow you to bring food into the ballpark, so Ted had made sandwiches and brought snacks and water for all of us. We did buy a beer, of which there were plenty of good selections.
The Phillies lost in 11 innings, with some home runs on both sides. So it was exciting as well as novel.