The end of the republic

United may have upped their game with illy coffee in their lounges but it is still hard to not feel as if we are living through the end of the republic. As expected, D.C. last night was almost like an occupied city, still uncertain if all the neoclassical buildings with their symmetrical shapes, triangular pediments and domed roofs now suddenly symbolize an autocracy. Yet, at Oyamel, the margaritas were still flowing in a dining room packed with the brightest and most talented of young professionals, as a stark reminder of America’s true potential.

After a morning walking around the Pentagon and the Arlington Cemetery, it is time to fly back across the Atlantic. Nav Canada is forecasting quite a bit of turbulence between Greenland and Iceland so I guess it will be a bumpy ride until we eventually touch down in Copenhagen tomorrow morning.