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What made this museum stand out was not just the historical content, but the sense of dignity and resilience that ran through every exhibit.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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From Jackman to Quebec City – A Seamless Border, a Scenic City
After a peaceful day immersed in the natural beauty of Jackman, Maine, we packed up and made our way north to Quebec City. The drive took us through serene forested stretches and quiet border towns, and to our relief, the border crossing was completely uneventful. A quick check of passports, a couple of friendly questions,
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From Portland to the Wilds of Jackman, Maine
After spending time in coastal Portland, we began our journey northward to Jackman, Maine—a remote and rugged town nestled near the Canadian border. But first, we had one last stop to make on the southern coast: the iconic lighthouse at Cape Elizabeth. What should have been a quick 9-mile jaunt turned into a full hour
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Exploring Portland, Maine: Our First Day Adventure
Our first day in Portland, Maine was filled with discovery, art, and a little bit of coastal charm. We started the morning with a walking tour of Old Portland, diving straight into the city’s rich maritime history and cobblestone character. As we strolled through the Old Port district, our guide shared stories of Portland’s past—of