Atlanta, Georgia

After San Antonio, I decided to go back east and visit some family friends in Atlanta and DC. I went back for a few days to Austin and New Orleans and from there I took a Greyhound to Atlanta where a friend of my dad and his wife live. After so much time travelling by myself I sort of needed some coziness and familiar faces.

The bus ride was pretty intense. Eleven hours of AC blasting on my neck couldn’t lead me to anything but an intense stiffness and headache. When, after about six hours like that, I asked the driver to turn it down, he answered in a strong southern accent:

<<Do you want me to fall asleep, ma’am?>>

Of course not sir, but why don’t you simply open your own window? Americans and their crazy relationship with the AC…

I finally arrived in Atlanta, where my dad’s friend and his wife came to pick me up. I had a great, quiet time with them. I could enjoy the comfort of having my own room and the benefits of two personal guides. We visited downtown and the area where they lived: Druid Hills, which looked like a forest with a highway in the middle. It wasn’t my favourite city in the world, but I have to say that I liked all that green and nature and all the squirrels that looked like little elves jumping around. Everything had a magical vibe.

We visited a couple of museums, one of Natural History and the other one of American History. My favourite thing was definitely an old farmhouse inside the garden of the American History Museum. It was the type of house I dream of having one day. 

I didn’t take many pictures in Atlanta and I only stayed for a couple of days, but it was definitely a very much-needed little trip inside the big trip.

Washington DC

This time I decided to fly, after getting a stiff neck and a pretty intense sinus in the bus. In DC I had the sister of my fake aunt (long story, my family is a mess…) waiting for me, so I decided to go there mainly because I was curious about meeting her. This part of the trip wasn’t super exciting because I was sick and I just needed to recover, so I didn’t visit the city that much. I mainly spent time with my aunt’s sister, who’s an amazing, very welcoming, and very sweet person. We talked a lot about ourselves in the evening after she came back from work. She gave me the pleasure of emotional sharing in a moment I was really craving for it. There was a sentence she said I really resonated with and I want to report.

<<In this world, everyone demands you to become “someone”. But you don’t have to become someone, you already are someone. >>

I didn’t do much in DC, didn’t do anything particularly touristy either. I just went to the cinema to watch Sofia Coppola’s Priscilla (you can read my article inspired by it here: https://evas-apple.com/not-only-women-can-have-a-headache-thanks-sofia-coppola-for-showing-that/ ) and I visited the National Gallery Museum because it was free, like most museums in DC.

I’ll leave some pictures here.