Despite living in Baltimore for almost five full years and really wanting to go, I had never been to the Cherry Blossom Festival. It’s too easy to put these things off until “next year.”
And even this year, even with the list, I didn’t commit to going until a few minutes before my dad and I jumped in the car and headed down to the nearest Metro station.
It was a great day– we saw parts of the Cherry Blossom parade, walked around the rim of the Tidal Basin, saw a ton of tired, cranky kids and annoyed parents, tried to figure out why some people decided to dress as sexy anime characters (what?), and ate street food sitting on a curb. The best thing though, was that I got to spend some quality one-on-one time with Dad. Sappy, maybe, but true.