My uncle's old college friend had settled with his family in Philadelphia. After going around Philadelphia, that night was the first time I had stepped into an American house. The concept of an attic and basement were only known to me through books and movies. Like a lot of American households, the basement there was converted into a game room. As a bunch of teenagers, my cousin and I were thrilled at the possibilities a basement brought and how we lacked them in India. After a hearty Indian meal and the store-bought American classic, apple pie, we fell into sweet slumber.
We were up early next day and again on a Megabus. This time on our way to Washington, DC. Although DC has been the centerstage of a multitude of movies, we weren't there to see interesting shoot-locations. My maternal family has a never-ending love for history and what better place in the US to learn more from than DC.
Over the next two days we visited almost every building or structure of historic significance in DC. We started with the Smithsonian museum and spent a majority of our time in the Air and Space wing (pun intended). Their precious stone exhibit is known to be one of the best in the world.