How did Kelly remember that I loved my breakfast in the wicker chairs on the porch? How did Ingrid know that I wanted help in confirming my flight home? How did Courtney know I would appreciate her giving me a lift UP to the National Cathedral, but enjoyed the stroll back down the hill later that day? Anyone can hang up a sign and call themselves a host, but this group of people practice the art of hospitality. This lovely place is just around the corner from many great eateries, but this most recent trip I discovered the Woodley Cafe, moments from from the guest house. Try their homemade REAL tomato/basil soup and you'll go back for more as I did. Thank you Kelly - thank you Ingrid -- thank you Courtney. See you in a couple of months.