RRT Part 1: Washington, D.C., also known as 'Little Argentina'

It's Sunday night, and I'm already five days into my Resume Road Trip (let's just call it RRT so it sounds more important and I can type less).  I've already completed the Washington, D.C., part of my tour as I type away here in my relatives' home just an hour outside of Philadelphia.  Tomorrow it's back to the job-hunting grind but for now let's catch up on the Capital.

It's a long escalator ride out of Dupont Circle

My admirable yet naive plan to set out at 0600 hours Wednesday morning to avoid traffic from Research Triangle Park and arrive just around lunchtime in D.C., was short-lived: my official departure was 9:46— whoops.  The five-hour drive north was pretty uneventful until I found myself on the wrong side of the Interstate 95 split— whoops again.  Somewhat arrogantly I assumed that six months commuting into the District made me knowledgeable enough to navigate find my way to Anne Arundel County.  You know they say about people who assume?  They end up in Southeast D.C.— giant whoops.  I think it's safe to say that I have a sketchball magnet lodged in my cranium.

 The first day of job hunting (Thursday) was idle and painful and delicious.  After being unceremoniously rejected by the Argentine Embassy (can someone explain why Argentines work at the U.S. Embassy in Argentina but Americans cannot work at the Argentine Embassy in the U.S.?), I caught the GUTS bus over to Georgetown University to meet a friend for lunch.  After some tasty Thai food, what do we come across?  Why no other than Argentine-style "gelato."  DolceZZa is a bit pricey, but the selection of about eight water-based flavors, which were the smoothest sorbets I've ever tasted were well worth it.  With flavors like "Avocado Honey Orange" (delicious, btw) and "Georgia Butter Pecan," I think DolceZZa easily blows Argentina's heladerias out of the water.  Ironically enough this location was right next to a street called Volta... tell me that's not bizarre.

Alfajores in America! Find them at DolceZZa

After foodie heaven, I had to come back to earth and face the fact that my lovely Enzo Angiolini ballet flats were hellbent on murdering my feet.  I hobbled back on the GUTS bus to Dupont Circle where I then met another friend for dinner (seeing a pattern?)  We were a bit dubious about an all-vegan restaurant, but Cafe Green served us deliciously rich food at a delightfully low price— hallelujah!  My vegan burger of lentils and beans was scrumptious and my friend was impressed with her veggie chili and humongous cornbread loaf.  Two years ago I had tried Cafe Green's sister store, Java Green, and left unimpressed.  Perhaps it deserves a second chance.

It was a good thing that I had no social engagements on Day 2 or it would have been just as unproductive.  Wearing several pirate band aids and my more comfortable ankle boots, I zoomed around D.C.: Arlington, Tenleytown and the Northwest quadrant.  With precious little time to dine, I ended up passing by the very spot I've been wanting to try.  Julia's Empanadas aren't Argentina-style per se— they're far too big— but my vegetarian one stuffed with collared greens and peppers was the perfect confluence of America del Sur and the American South.  According to the website, the vegetarian crust is made from butternut squash, which would explain the different consistency. 

At night they come alive and battle... or is that Night at the Museum?

The week finished with one of my favorite activities: Scaring my youngest cousin, who I like to call Twinkie Brain.  My cousin, his parents and I went to a haunted trail at a nearby farm.  While my aunt had a giant spider fall on her and Twink was repeatedly chased by Jason, Michael Meyers and a chainsaw-wielding Texan, I jumped and laughed the whole way through.  Too bad I'm still too yellow-bellied to watch Paranormal Activity.