The Turkish Festival was literally a quarter as big as Fiesta DC. However, the food was good and the dances were excellent. I had the yogurt drink which is pretty much melted yogurt. I saw some people drinking it like it was heavenly libations. My friend was upset with me for even suggesting he try it; we thought it was closer to sour milk. The baklava was the best!
The walk to the white house was more interesting than the actual white house. The white house was rather anticlimactic. I don’t know why but I really thought it was much bigger. The 24/7 protesters across the street from it are solid.
As we were walking back towards the festival we passed by one of the guards guarding the side gate entrance to the white house.
As we passed he said, “And no I wasn’t grabbing my crotch.” We kept walking.
I wasn’t sure what had just happened. We all agreed that he was staring right at us as he said it. I wish I would have taken a picture of this guy. Maybe he was speaking in code?
The eternal mystery of the white house guard.
Jessica Puente 
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