Blueberry Soup

We all had a fun, new adventure Sunday morning. Every year the Swedish Embassy hosts a bike ride in honor of one of their national 'holidays'. I think the story goes something like...Hundreds of years ago one of their kings was being pursued by an angry mob and forced to cross-country ski for his life for approximately 57 miles (I'm sure it was measured in kilometers, but that wasn't any part of this sketchy story that I was told). Finally a group of villagers took him in, gave him refuge and served him warm blueberry soup to warm him up. So in honor of this legend (and since there's not a lot of cross-country skiing to be done in the DC metro area), the embassy hosts an annual bike ride, opens their stunningly beautiful House of Sweden to the public, and serves the cyclists warm blueberry soup at the end of the ride.

Christopher and a couple of neighbors got up early and did the bike ride (Christopher rode about 40 miles) and Stacey and Millie took the bus over the Embassy to check things out. It's situated right on the bank of the Potmac River just below Georgetown. Our neighbor described it as an upscale Ikea, but oh...it's so much more. Millie had a great time running around the open space and even enjoyed her few tastes of the soup from Dad's finger (imagine drinking warm blueberry syrup...an acquired taste, I imagine). As we were leaving I thought it was all such a quintessential Washington, DC thing to do. What a fun city.

Millie and Dad investingating both sides of a cool 'water wall' inside the Embassy