If you’ve ever wondered what it feels like to step into the literal beating heart of American democracy, the answer is… surprisingly like stepping onto the set of a very high-budget historical drama where everyone has memorized their lines except you. The U.S. Capitol is not just a building, it’s an architectural flex, a stage for politics, and the ultimate reminder that marble is apparently the official building material of freedom. Whether you’re a history nerd, a political junkie, or just someone who wanted an excuse to wear sensible shoes in D.C., here’s what it’s like to tour Congress. Step
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Thought the Reflecting Pool Was a Giant Swimming Pool. I Wasn’t Totally Wrong.
You know how you grow up with these weird mental images of places you’ve never been? Like, you hear “Mount Rushmore” and picture four giant heads just chilling in a field like forgotten Easter Island statues. Or you hear “Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade” and imagine everyone in New York constantly tripping over inflatable Snoopy. For me, it was the Reflecting Pool in Washington, D.C. I had never been, but I was absolutely convinced that it was the biggest swimming pool in the world. Not “reflecting” like “thoughtful,” no. Reflecting, like, “the sun glints off my goggles while I do a killer backstroke
A Whirlwind Tour of the Royal British Columbia Museum (aka: I Tried to Be Cultured but Got Distracted by a Glowing Sea Lion)
Back in July 2017, my man and I took a trip to the Royal British Columbia Museum in Victoria, BC. And look—I’m ashamed to admit how long it took me to write about it. Because this place? Delightful. Absolutely, gloriously delightful. You know what wasn’t delightful? Realizing mid-selfie that the full name of the museum didn’t fit in the frame. That’s a lot of syllables, y’all. Let’s Start With a Confession I’m not what you’d call a museum scholar. My approach is more along the lines of: • Step 1: See shiny things. • Step 2: Gasp. • Step 3:
📸 That Time I Tried to Become an Egyptologist (But Mostly Took Pictures)
A Royal BC Museum Adventure | July 2017 ✨ The Grand Plan Back in July 2017, I had Big Main Character Energy. I was visiting the Royal British Columbia Museum in Victoria, BC, and I was fully prepared to emerge from the Egyptian exhibit with enough notes to write an academic paper. Maybe even a new career path? Kristen: Amateur Egyptologist. It had a nice ring to it. My intention? My reality? 📷 The Exhibit Was That Good Let me be clear: this wasn’t a failure of willpower — this was a failure of awe. From the moment I stepped into the exhibit, it was dimly
I Got Drunk on Truffles in Victoria, and Honestly? No Regrets.
I’ve made a lot of questionable decisions in my life. I’ve cut my own bangs. I’ve bought fancy skincare without checking the price tag. I’ve said “you too” to a waiter who told me to enjoy my meal. But this time? This time, I got drunk on truffles. Yes, chocolate truffles. With booze in them. This is not a metaphor. This is not an exaggeration. This is a cautionary tale wrapped in foil and filled with brandy. Enter: Chocolatiere de Victoria, a Dangerously Charming Chocolate Shop There I was, strolling through Victoria, British Columbia—land of tea rooms, mossy rooftops, and quiet streets
This “Castle” Has No Moat but All the Drama: A Visit to Craigdarroch
At the remains of what was once the grand entrance gate to Craigdarroch, I declared—arms spread wide like a low-budget Disney princess: “I’m going to see a castle!” Cue every Canadian, tourist, and possibly the squirrel perched on a nearby cedar going, “Well, technically…” Apparently, the entire population of the Western Hemisphere has been to Europe and now feels personally responsible for reminding others that real castles come with turrets, tapestries, and at least one vengeful ghost. Even the server at the Empress Hotel audibly sighed when I called Craigdarroch a castle. “It’s more of a mansion, really,” he said, dashing my fairytale moment with
Murchie’s Tea Review: Come Sit in This Steeping Hot Blanket Fort With Me
Let’s set the scene: it’s raining, obviously. You’re wearing the kind of socks that only get sold next to fireplaces in boutique gift shops. You’ve made the conscious decision to put your phone on “do not disturb” because the only thing that matters right now is what’s in your mug—and that mug, friends, contains Murchie’s. I stumbled into Murchie’s like a tired Victorian ghost looking for a warm hearth. And what I found? Was home. You know that thing when a tea brand doesn’t just offer flavor but feeling? That’s Murchie’s. They are out here making tea not for the masses, but for
A New Orleans Cemetery and Old Lady Skelly
Sooo… I took a bus tour in New Orleans. Look, I know what you’re thinking: A bus tour? Really? But hear me out. New Orleans is a hotbed of culture, history, and voodoo-adjacent spookiness. And how else was I supposed to soak it all in while digesting 3,000 calories of beignets? So yes, we boarded the bus, listened to our microphone-wielding guide, and rolled through the city in air-conditioned comfort. And yes, I fell asleep. (Don’t judge me; I’m powered by sugar and vibes, and sometimes the sugar runs out.) But when we stopped at one of those iconic cemeteries, the whole
Lafitte’s Blacksmith Shop: Where Pirates, Ghosts, and Hurricanes Collide
If you’ve ever thought, Wow, I wish I could drink something that tastes like Hawaiian Punch but could legally power a lawnmower, then boy, do I have a drink for you. But first, let’s talk about Lafitte’s Blacksmith Shop because the history of this place is wilder than a Florida Man on meth riding an alligator. Lafitte’s is allegedly the oldest bar in America, and it looks like it. The building is so old, it makes your grandma’s creaky knees look futuristic. Founded in the 1700s, it was supposedly a cover for Jean Lafitte—a pirate, smuggler, and general bad boy with a
The National WWII Museum in New Orleans: A Masterclass in History and Humanity
Let’s be clear: if you find yourself in New Orleans, skipping the National WWII Museum is not an option. I don’t care if you came for the beignets, the booze, or to commune with the ghost of Marie Laveau. Take a break from getting your palm read in the French Quarter and step into this world-class museum, because it’s going to take you on a journey through history that will leave you shaken, educated, and—let’s be honest—more than a little entertained. The museum does not half-ass its job of explaining one of the most complex and devastating events in modern history. It is sprawling—five