A few friends from the ship stopped by and spent a few nights with my family in Philadelphia. It was like a small scale reunion. We ate cheese steak. We saw the cracked liberty bell. Our noses nearly fell off. I yelled in traffic. We played boulder dash and learned that a "wangawanga" does not mean "a change in seasons". We ate lot's of my mom's good food. Some of my friends from home stopped by. We visited the art museum steps and went to Urban outfitters. Fun times were had by all.