C and I continue to make the most of my assignment to Washington, D.C. And, well, things have been more than a little, um, odd in Washington lately, which makes it more important that we make time to enjoy the positive aspects of the area and America.

In mid-March, C’s school had a random Friday off, so I decided we would have a short getaway to Philadelphia. I had only been to the City of Brotherly Love once, at least 15 years ago. I thought it would also be fun to invite one of C’s best friends, TO, on the trip. When I was a little younger than C is now, my best friend was a girl named Jennifer who lived up the street from me. Jennifer’s mom, Debbie, was also a single mom, but she invited me on several trips with her and Jennifer. We went to Ocean City once and another time to Gettysburg, Pennsylvania. My parents, maybe exhausted with four children and without much disposable income, rarely took us on trips other than to see family (and half the time our car would break down before we got out of town). Therefore, my trips with Jennifer and Debbie were really special for me. I wanted to pay that forward.

We had TO stay over the night before so we could have an early start on the three-hour drive. Half an hour into our journey, I stopped at a 7-11 and the girls stocked up on just the kind of stuff you might expect teenage girls would like to munch on while on a road trip. And I had the last hour in quiet once they crashed. I wanted them well rested for the busy day we would have ahead.

After checking in early at our Penn’s Landing hotel, we headed to our first stop: the Philadelphia Mint. C is a member of Scouting America. Since she was working on her coin collecting merit badge, the U.S. Mint in Philadelphia, established April 2, 1792, seemed the perfect place to visit. Photography is not allowed inside the Mint, so we had to make do without. We enjoyed reading about the history of the Mint and the production of coinage in America but our favorite part was watching the thousands of quarters, dimes, nickels, and pennies move through the assembly line on the massive production floor. Though for C and TO, the gift shop came a close second.

After the Mint, we tried to visit Independence Hall, but I found out it was sold out for the day. I had not expected this on a random Friday in March! A National Park ranger informed me that a limited number of next-day tickets would go on sale at 5 PM, so I set an alarm and we headed to the Liberty Bell across the street. The first time I visited Philadelphia, it was a warm September day. I remember shuffling past the Liberty Bell in a long, slow-moving queue. This time? No line at all. It took less than ten minutes from entry to standing before one of our country’s most recognizable symbols of freedom. I think C and TO appreciated seeing in person something they had studied at school. Only they appreciated it for a fraction of the time I did.

I got those hungry teens some lunch, then we walked downtown to the beautiful Philadelphia Town Hall. Construction started on the ornate French Second Empire-style building in 1871, and when completed in 1894, it was the tallest habitable building in the world. With nearly 700 rooms, the Philadelphia Town Hall is the largest municipal building in the United States and one of the largest in the world. Today, it is listed as a National Historic Landmark and a National Historic Civil Engineering Landmark. This is exactly the kind of cool building I enjoy touring! But wouldn’t you know it, all tours were sold out that day. Foiled again.

On the way to our final planned stop for the day, we passed through the Reading Terminal Market, the indoor public market built under the elevated train shed of the former Reading Railroad Company (yes, the one from the Monopoly game). Here, I finally got C and TO’s attention with the sweet shop featuring popular American and imported candies. With their sweet teeth satisfied, the teens were ready to continue on with my sightseeing plan.

Widowed Betsy Ross purportedly rented two small rooms and a storefront for her upholstery shop in a building near the center of Philadelphia. A flag maker for many years, the Ross family history credits her with sewing the second official flag of the U.S. While direct evidence is thin, the legend of Betsy Ross is firmly rooted in American history, and I, for one, am pretty happy with a woman having such a place in the pantheon of historical figures associated with our democratic beginnings. It isn’t a big museum and the tour guides throughout are great; they kept C and TO interested and engaged. That is no mean feat with two teenage girls, especially ones who have already been dragged around to several historic sites for most of the day. Afterwards, we headed back to the hotel via the quaint, historic, and very photogenic Elfreth’s Alley, the oldest continuously inhabited residential street in America.

We rested a bit at the hotel before I made the girls join me at the riverfront at Penn’s Landing for a walk as the sun was setting. Then we went to the largest Wawa I have ever seen, where we all stocked up on foodstuffs for dinner. Back at the hotel, we ate and I watched television while the girls hid in the bathroom, chatting and making TikTok videos. And at 5 PM sharp, I logged on to the website and secured us tickets for Independence Hall for Saturday.

The next morning, I took the girls to an early morning guided tour of Philadelphia’s Magic Gardens, an extraordinary indoor/outdoor art space of mosaics created over decades by Isaiah Zagary combining handmade tiles, pieces of donated / cast-off household items from bottles to bicycle tires, and commissioned folk art from local, national, and international artists.

Honestly, I didn’t know if the girls would like it, but I wanted to include something on our itinerary other than historic sites. But they loved the Magic Gardens! They grabbed the scavenger hunt sheets provided by the museum, ditched the tour, and explored on their own.

I really enjoyed the tour. It was about 30 minutes long, providing us with information on the artist, his inspiration, process, role in the community, and legacy, along with plenty of time to meander where we liked, though in my opinion one needs at least twice the amount of time to really take in the details (well, if you are not visiting with teens). Unfortunately, the upper floors were closed to the public. I very much wanted to get up to the rooftop.

We then walked from the Magic Gardens to the old city for our Independence Hall tour. Luckily, we arrived early (as recommended online), and when other ticketed visitors did not arrive, we were able to join the tour scheduled 30 minutes before ours.

The tour is only 20 minutes long. The building is not large, and the tour visits just the two rooms on the ground floor. Though these are, perhaps, two of the most famous rooms in U.S. colonial history. C and TO were engaged in listening to and responding to questions from the guide; they are in civics this year. For me, the space, saturated as it is in our history to create a democratic nation, felt all the more weighty in the context of current political happenings. The words of our National Park Service guide, a bilingual, mixed heritage American from Puerto Rico, to our group, made up of visitors from around the country and the world, resonated with deeper meaning. I thanked each of the NPS guides for their service.

That was our quick trip to Philadelphia. Nowhere near enough time, but a fun and important trip that I hope will be something my daughter and her friend remember.