Q is for Question, as in the pesky kind to which I've never found any satisfying answers:
* what started WWI?
* why did the Great Depression happen?
* why is Belgium one single country instead of parts of France and the Netherlands?
* why are Morocco, Algeria, and Tunisia all separate countries?
Q is for Quirky. I like to think I am, most days.
Saturday morning we went to a Cars-themed birthday party. Wow - I could not believe how much work went into this event for a pair of three year olds. MoBob was amazed too. I'd heard about elaborate birthday parties but hadn't been to one, and apparently this one was "modest."
Afterwards we decided to look for a special gift that reflected Washington DC. I had in mind a local artist at Eastern Market, but unfortunately he did not have the exact work I'd seen earlier. We went on to the Smithsonian (where else to find tasteful souvenir type gifts?) and ended up strolling around the Solar Decathlon. The lines for each model house were very long, so we didn't go in, but we did enjoy the University of Puerto Rico's entry, which featured a live band and dancers. I hope they win the "people's choice" award.
On Sunday after church we went to the Turkish Festival. Faithful readers may recall that I loved my all too brief visit to Istanbul, and I was really looking forward to seeing the performances. There was a huge crowd there, and no one could tell that there was a recent imbroglio over Congress' resolution on the Armenian genocide. Afterwards I told MoBob that if there was a Festival of Morocco there would be even ten times more people. As far as either of us know, there hasn't been one, and interestingly, MB doesn't think that there are any local groups that perform traditional Moroccan music and dance.
I wondered some of that, especially the WWI too. That was one of those moments that shape the times to come and it was all so... strange. I had to write about it while in University, and the more I read about it, the more confused I got.
Contrary to most Europeans, in my country we don't have ties to WWI or WWII, and it's something out from history books. But when you travel around Europe, the scars are there. We have scars too, but of a different kind.