The Captain and I ran away for the weekend just a few days before Snowmaggeddon hit the South. Why in the world don't we do this more often? Traveling without kids was a dream, especially when The Captain got us into the Delta Skyclub. (*Young marrieds, I implore you to join up all of those frequent flyer/hotel point clubs that come your way. You will never regret all the perks of how those build up over time! Also, ohmystars get out and earn you some miles/points before the chitlins come along and slow down your traveling roll.)
Though almost entirely business-related, as I was there for regional representation at national business meetings of the American Association of School Librarians, we did take a few hours one afternoon to enjoy just a few of Philly's most significant sights.
My summation of Philadelphia in January? Impossibly cold, beautifully historical. Temperatures were in the single digits, with wind chill factors closer to 0 than I ever thought I could possibly stand. Walks to and from the conference center as well as other local hotels in which meetings and awards programs were held were laden with so much bundling (and I am talking scarf-wrapping up to the eyeballs) I could barely recognize myself.
Thank the Lord for my heavy riding boots and the "B1G2 Free" sale in the Great Smoky Mountains 3 years ago at which I acquired those things. Even the locals were whining about the cold, but the hotel did have warm apple cider and hot tea stations in the lobby, so that was nice.
The short period of time we had to sight-see, we hit up the Museum of Philadelphia, Liberty Bell, Independence Hall, and first houses of Congress. Being in the very rooms in which the Declaration of Independence was read, argued over, refined, and finally signed was truly something. Our tour guide for Independence Hall was an especially sarcastic and dry-witted humorist, making that my all-time favorite Philly stop.
We took most of our meals at the Reading Terminal, which was like a great huge farmer's market lined with hundreds and hundreds of tiny versions popular Philadelphia-area restaurants. Some in grab & go format, others counter service (albeit crowded), the Terminal is known as a hot spot for quick and relatively cheap delicious food. Our first meal? The obligatory Philly cheesesteak, of course!
While I was in an all-day meeting, The Captain texted me this pic of something they put on top of his roasted pork sandwich called Broccoli Rabe (sounds like rob). It drove us nuts trying to figure out where we'd heard that term before, when clearly we had never experienced this particular combination of pork and greens, until we remembered it was Andy from The Office and his pal from Cornell.
One thing we learned quickly about the city was that it is in really close proximity (by train) to New York and Washington, DC. Just as soon as at least one of our girls is studying American history, we're hoping to bring the whole crew back for a tour of historical sites.
In summer, though, for the love.