Good morning, good afternoon, or good evening everyone, depending on where you are in the world! How are you? How was your week, and beginning of the year? I hope it started off better than mine did, but hey, still 12 months to go, so let’s hope for the best!
Today I’m thrilled to be back with another travelling post, taking you back three, wow, soon it’s going to be four summers ago, where we just woke up and decided to book plane tickets to realize one of our biggest dreams with my sister: fly across the Atlantic. From New York to Washington D.C, we spent two gorgeous weeks, map in hand and English words on our lips, exploring this little part of the massive United States.
By the way, the we here stands for my sister, twinnie, best travelling buddy. Obviously.
In this little crazy trip of ours, we really wanted to see Philadelphia, because while we were here, it seemed very beautiful, and also we have seen National Treasure way too many times NOT to go there. So we did. This was a very short trip, since we decided only to stay for one day -oh, how I wish we could have stayed longer, but definitely worth it. I’m going to try to take you with me on this trip with a few words and pictures.
We took the train at Penn Station, NYC, on a Friday morning, almost already sweating because it was way too hot that day. After about an hour of commute, and house-peeking through the window, we discovered what the train station was, visibly way more gorgeous than our train stations back home.
Since we were here only for a day, and we are probably the greatest -read: craziest- travel planners in the world, we had decided to walk all day long, and we did. Our legs were a bit tired but overall glad, because there is sometimes no better way to discover a city but by foot.
Down Market Street and the perpendicular streets of the city center, we discovered some sights, some unknown buildings and some other beautiful ones, stopped by a mall because who needs to buy 10+ hand-sanitiser gel from Bath and Body Works? Apparently, we do, and made our way to one of the most famous places in Philadelphia – for me -, that crazy love sign. The view wasn’t too great because there were musicians in front of the sign, but we still managed to see what was bigger in real life than I thought it’d be.
Now if you could look at what city hall looks like in my hometown, you’d laugh comparing it to its look in Philadelphia. I mean, this place is a real monument here, I remember having to check twice to see if it really was city hall. These Americans really like everything big.
Next stop in our tour was one place charged with history, beautiful, and well, yes, with its appearance in National Treasure, we were also giddy to see it. After spotting the real Declaration of Independance in the National Archives in D.C, it felt surreal to be where it was signed. Also, that place didn’t look that old somehow. On our way, we also took a peak at the National Constitution center, because, reasons. #history
After all of these historical emotions, it was probably time for a break – and for our legs to rest in lovely Franklin Square, where benches happen to be very inspirational.
We crossed Chinatown and took a smoothie close to Logan Square, surrounded by fountains, big monuments and overall Philadelphian beautifulness…
Before heading back to the train station for the surprise heat wave telling us we were stuck here. One last push to catch the last train heading back to New York, and we managed to leave. I know, maybe Philadelphia wanted to keep us for a little while more, but who knows, maybe it’s just a goodbye for now.