Today we visited the Museum of the Palestinian People, a small but deeply moving museum just off 18th Street NW in Washington, DC. From the moment we entered, it was clear this space was thoughtfully curated to offer a rich and personal portrayal of Palestinian culture, history, and identity—something rarely given such a platform in the United States.
We joined a guided tour, which added a great deal of depth to the experience. Our guide was passionate and knowledgeable, walking us through the permanent exhibits with a focus on how the Palestinian story is told through art, artifacts, oral histories, and personal narratives. The tour began with ancient history and moved through centuries of cultural contribution, touching on language, architecture, and agricultural traditions.
We then moved into the more modern sections, where the exhibits shift in tone to reflect the colonial period, displacement, and resistance. The tour also highlighted the contemporary contributions of Palestinians around the world in art, science, and activism. There were pieces by Palestinian-American artists, poetry installations, and even interactive digital exhibits where we could listen to personal testimonies. It felt like a living, breathing record of a people who have managed to preserve their culture and humanity despite ongoing struggle.
One section focused on diaspora communities and how they continue to engage with and express their identity in exile.
What made this museum stand out was not just the historical content, but the sense of dignity and resilience that ran through every exhibit. The tone was not angry or didactic, but determined and humanizing. It was a powerful reminder that history is not only written in textbooks but lives in people’s stories.
Visiting the Museum of the Palestinian People was both an educational and emotional experience. It left us with a deeper appreciation for a culture often misunderstood or misrepresented. More than anything, it made me want to listen more—to stories, voices, and histories we don’t always hear.
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Our Day in Ottawa
With the day’s heat and wildfire smoke hanging heavy in the air, stepping into the cool, airy spaces of the National Gallery of Canada felt like entering a different world. Even before crossing the threshold, we were greeted by the towering, steel-and-bronze spider sculpture outside—a dramatic and slightly unsettling reminder that art can surprise and
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A Smoky Day in Montreal
Our day in Montreal began with a visit to Mount Royal Park, one of the city’s most iconic green spaces. We made our way up to the Kondiaronk Belvedere, which normally offers a spectacular view of downtown Montreal framed by the river and distant hills. Today, though, a thick haze of smoke softened the skyline
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First Day in Montreal
Montreal greeted us with crisp air and a sky as blue as the St. Lawrence River itself. From majestic architecture to the pulse of centuries-old streets, our day unfolded like a beautifully layered crêpe—each stop richer than the last. 🌟 Notre-Dame Basilica of Montreal The Gothic Revival architecture was both grand and intimate, and the