Our family ran away this week. In what can only be called a whirlwind road trip we drove to D.C. on Tuesday afternoon, spent the night with BrightSide’s sister, and then we all went to the African American Museum on Wednesday.
We drove back Wednesday night and got in well after midnight, so my apologies if you dealt with any of our
short tempered exhausted selves today.
But the museum…my word, the museum. Tomorrow’s Forever Family will have our reflections on the experience. I strongly recommend visiting when you’re able to plan a trip to our nation’s capitol.
Please note: Entrance is free since the museum is part of the Smithsonian, but due to demand you must obtain a timed entry pass. There are several options. Same day timed entry passes are available online beginning at 6:30am ET until supply runs out. There are a limited number of walkup passes available beginning at 1:00pm daily. Advance online passes are released monthly and are claimed quickly. The next release will be for January 2018 passes and is on Wednesday, October 4th at 9:00am ET. Click here to read more or for links to pass availability.
Apparently I am one of the few people in America who made it to forty-six without ever visiting Las Vegas. This gap in my travel history never fails to cause a small ripple in conversation – upon learning I was a Las Vegas Virgin people would respond with anything from a moderate “really?!” to shocked surprise that I hadn’t yet experienced this marvel of modern something-or-other.
Brace yourself – I’m about to hit full on hippie chick mode. We’re talking earth loving, birkenstock wearing, find-your-bliss granola girl. (Side note: I readily recognize that my twenty-year-old self would not have understood a word I’m blabbering on about.)
I am so grateful for the glory of this planet of ours. (Yes, I’m horrified by the damage we’re doing, but that’s a post for another day.) We’ve been blessed to visit many different areas of the world, and this week I’m discovering Wyoming.
Apparently many people (or not so many, if you’re into the U.S. census) have already learned what a peaceful and steadying force this amount of nature can be. And by “this amount of nature” I mean a lot of nature. It’s the sort of sweeping geographical scenery that hits you smack dab in the face every time you look out a window or step outside. Wyoming’s all BAM! Here’s the nature. Take that, stressed out people.
You get in your car to drive somewhere, and what’s out there? Land. As far as the eye can see. Surrounded by mountains. Freaking tall and majestic mountains, the kind they write songs about. And the animals are all chill because people aren’t hunting them into extinction, so you get to watch herds of bison meandering, antelopes nibbling grass, and moose being all…moose-y.
Talk about a place where you can really breathe.
I’ve been having great fun with the whole summer travel series this month. I love travel. Or, more accurately, I love visiting other places. The travel itself is simply necessary to the process.
I used to be a better traveler – calmer, less nauseous – more chill all around. Then? Well, then things changed.
I’ve got a wonky sense of humor. Even during the wooshy, man-I-hope-I-don’t-puke feeling during takeoff, turbulence, and landing I still manage to find a few giggle worthy moments during airline travel. The flight attendant’s arrival speech, for one.
THUMP. Thump thump thump thump, shuuuuuuder, whir. Perky voice: “Let us be the first to welcome you to (insert correct city here). Blah blah, blah-dy blah blah. Please use caution when opening the overhead bins as articles may have shifted during flight.”
a) Are there still people unaware that it’s possible a carry on might tumble onto their heads when they open that bin? b) Really, shouldn’t attendants be warning passengers about the risk of getting sued when their carry on tumbles onto someone else’s head from the overhead bin? c) Does this fall under the rule of Darwinism?
We spent four and a half days in the beautiful town of San Francisco. Trolley cars and street cars, the Golden Gate bridge, and yes, even Rice-a-Roni – wait for it – the San Francisco treat!
Just kidding, we didn’t have Rice-a-Roni while we were there, but I’ve got a few observations from our time in the city…