The great thing about downtown Atlanta is that there is a plethora of activities and restaurants, and one of the greatest activities is the World of Coke. We walked to the World of Coca Cola from Hudson Grille, which took us through Centennial Park.
While the museum provided tons of information about the origins of Coca Cola and how it became such a well known drink, the best part was getting to see all the Coke paraphernalia. Seeing all the old advertisements, clothes, and vending machines was amazing. It was also cool because you got see how everything has changed over the years.
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If there’s anything that anyone should know about me, it’s that I love to eat. So of course, the minute my plane’s wheels touched down in Atlanta, I was already trying to figure out where I could get some food. Luckily, there is no shortage of good restaurants in Atlanta. Two of my favorites from the trip were Bass BBQ and Hudson Grille.
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Recently, I’ve been seeing giant sushi rolls all over Snapchat. It feels like a majority of my friends have been traveling into D.C. for the chance to eat a massive sushi roll and burrito hybrid from Buredo. Curious about the hype, I went in to taste one for myself.
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I hold the golf club clumsily in my hands, trying to line it up with the golf ball. I take a deep breath then swing. I miss. On my second attempt, I barely make contact with the ball, and it rolls off of the roof pathetically. My sister cheers.
My week in Atlanta has clearly taught me that my golf skills need work.
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Located deep in Chinatown, Washington, D.C., and alongside a couple of other restaurants is Joy Luck House, a small Chinese restaurant.
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I’m bundled in at least five layers of clothing, two pairs of socks, and a pair of knit gloves, yet I’m still shivering as I lace up my skates. Once my feet are secure in the skates, I wobble precariously to the rink. Each step is taken cautiously with my friends wobbling alongside me. Ahead of us, a man face plants. Continue reading “Ice Skating at Georgetown”
It’s Halloweekend, and I’m standing in a long line with my friends, each of us huddled closely together to stay warm. Occasionally, the excited murmuring of the people around us is halted by the sounds of screams echoing in the distance. I’m practically buzzing with anticipation.
When we get to the front of the line, a woman dressed as a zombie checks our tickets, smiles, then says, “Welcome to the Field of Screams.”
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