The girls are activity-less this summer: no gymnastics, no summer camps, no swimming lessons... just The Move and After the Move to look forward to. (Lucky them!) In the meantime, we've attended Camp Dillow-Karahalis this week, with an activity every day except Monday. We've had our traditional playgroup/picnic, a visit to the Theater in the Woods at Wolf Trap, custard at The Dairy Godmother (and the added bonus of seeing where President Obama sat last weekend—sounds cheesy, but they actually did a great job doctoring up the chair!), and today, the Folklife Festival on the Mall. We only tackled a small portion of it (Wales) and could easily go back for more. It is huge.
Some photos from our Welsh adventure:
In the long list of weird things I never dreamed I'd say or do before having children, this one might top the list: being interviewed by Voice of America, China, while my children contributed to the making of a paper-mâché sheep. This has to win the award, right?
Next we stopped to listen to a Welsh jazz quartet who took traditional Welsh music and turned it into somewhat dark but interesting jazz music. One of the numbers began with a poem read in both English and Welsh, accompanied by a muted trumpet and a flute. How many people think Uncle Ben is playing the drums? Yeah, we did too. It was eerie.