I'm on my way to Washington, D.C. where I am going to stay at a semi-fancy hotel, shop, and eat lots of Marvelous Market brownies. A Marvelous Market Brownie is heaven squished into a 5-inch chocolate square. They are delectable. I would bring some home for my local readers, but they just would not make it back. I would eat them all on the plane. Seriously. In 2002, Will tried to bring some back to California and he ate an entire bag of that gooey goodness on the flight.
Will arrived in D.C. yesterday, for a conference, and called my classroom this afternoon to say hello. I asked where he was and, behold, he was hanging out in Dupont Circle, the place I once called home. With a few, brief, over-the-phone instructions, I led Will right to the front door of that marvelous market. My mouth was watering just thinking about the rich, thick chocolate.
Seeing as I spent some time in our nation's capitol, Will also asked for walking instructions to the hotel. It's been a couple of years since I have been in D.C. and, although I couldn't remember the names of most of the streets, I sure as hell knew the exact location of all the shops. So far, all of my instructions to Will have been along these lines: Okay, keep walking until you pass Brooks Brothers and then you will turn left at Burberry...
Navigating via upscale shopping, is there any other way?