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What made this museum stand out was not just the historical content, but the sense of dignity and resilience that ran through every exhibit.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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Last Day in Albuquerque
Today was a perfect farewell to Albuquerque, full of simple joys and meaningful experiences. I began the morning with an invigorating bike ride—just Lucky and me— soaking in the quiet beauty of the city as it came alive with the sunrise. Lucky’s boundless energy made the ride even more special, a peaceful start to the
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First Day in Albuquerque
Today marked our first full day in Albuquerque, and what a day it was! It began with a refreshing early bike ride with Lucky. He was full of energy, trotting alongside the bike with excitement, his ears flapping in the crisp morning air. It felt wonderful to stretch our legs after yesterday’s journey and enjoy
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Montezuma to Albuquerque: The Drive That Tested Our Patience
Today, we journeyed from Montezuma to Albuquerque, and the drive certainly tested our patience. The day began with promise—Lucky seemed enthusiastic as we loaded up the car. But as we hit the road, the scenery quickly became monotonous, and the hours stretched on.Our drive included three charging stops, which provided brief moments of relief. The