The City of Brotherly Love....oooooh the Brothers

So what do you do when your flight is cancelled in Philadelphia and the next available flight is 24 hours later? You jump in an uber and check out the sites of the city of brotherly love.

So let's rewind a little in this story.  My mom used to tell me all the time "make sure you wear good underwear on the road, cause you never know what will happen." So yes I was wearing good underwear, but I wish she had told me to always fix my face too. I had been travelling since 4am from Costa Rica en route to my home in Toronto.  Before I left Costa Rica, I heard some rumbling about a snow storm in Toronto. I was hoping it was going to be one of those snowmageddon warnings but actually turned out to be a light dusting. So I got onto my first flight ok and landed in Miami. From Miami I was supposed to travel to Philadelphia, then Philadelphia to Toronto. From Miami to Philadelphia, everything was still great.  Once I landed in Philly I had to make a mad dash to another terminal to get to my gate for my flight to Toronto which left in an hour (I'm still very upset with myself for booking so many connecting flights, what was I thinking???)

So as the plane was pulling up to the gate in Philly, I could care less about how I looked. By this time it was about 6pm and I had been travelling since 4am! My hair was in a messy ponytail, no make-up, not even a little lip gloss. I feel like I had given up on life at that point. So when the plane door opened and I was ready to make a mad dash, low and behold, there were about 4 beautiful black men just standing there on the ramp. I was speechless. Beautiful, chocolate, built men. And 3 out of the 4 of them had beards....Mmmmmmm beards. I was so ashamed of myself for giving up on my looks. I had to hide behind other passengers in order to avoid eye contact! Sigh...

So when I finally made it into the terminal I found out that my flight to Toronto was cancelled and I couldn't leave until the following evening. So I decided when life gives you lemons, you order a lemonade to go with your Philly Cheese steak! Is it wrong that the first thing that I thought about of  things to do in Philly was to find the best cheese steak? Please don't judge me. I kinda feel some of you are judging me...Stop It!

The next morning I checked out of my hotel, jumped in an uber and did the most touristy thing possible in Philadelphia. I headed to the Philadelphia Art Museum to run up the Rocky stairs!!! Adriaaaaannnnnnnnnnnn (sorry, I had to). The stairs actually weren't as intimidating as I thought they'd be. I thought there were actually a lot more stairs than there were.

  At the top of the stairs....

At the top of the stairs....

  Still smiling after climbing the stairs!

Still smiling after climbing the stairs!

I also took pics at the Rocky Statue right outside of the Museum. Gotta say one thing about the States; everyone there has a hustle.  Since I was by myself and had no one to take a picture of me and the statue together; luckily for me there were 2 men there who charged tourists to take pictures of them with the statute.  Had the nerve to request $20 for their efforts (major side eye).  I allowed him to take the pictures and slipped him a $5 and was on my way!

  Did I mention that I box? I could probably take on Rocky!

Did I mention that I box? I could probably take on Rocky!

 

In Philly, they also have a bus called the Philly PHLASH. You pay $2 to get on and it just circles around the city highlighting some of Philly's attractions.  For anyone wondering, all of the Splash drivers that I saw were melanin rich. Thankfully that morning I put a little effort into my looks. So this time I was able to make eye contact.

  My bus driver didn't know why this clip was famous, but apparently it's a big deal in Philly!

My bus driver didn't know why this clip was famous, but apparently it's a big deal in Philly!

 

Like I said in my previous posts, if you really wanna know something about a city, definitely ask some of the locals about it. So I was on a quest to find the best Philly Cheese steak. After narrowing down some of the suggestions, I chose Tony Luke's.

 

I was warned that there would be a line and they were correct. I went at the height of lunchtime so it was a little stacked in there but things were moving quickly. I was a bit nervous though. Do you guys remember the Soup Nazi on Seinfeld? You know when everyone needed to know what they wanted before getting to the counter. Well that was Tony Luke's. Everyone seemed to have their order down packed before even getting to the counter. By the time I got to the cashier, I still hadn't decided what to get. So I just went with a regular cheese steak. When she asked me what kind of cheese I wanted, I panicked. I don't know cheese steak cheese??! She gave me the most blank stare known to mankind. I pleaded with her that I'm a tourist and never been there before, so she fixed her face a little and was patient with me. Pheeeww!

  Yummmmmmm.......

Yummmmmmm.......

 

After Tony Luke's  it was time to head to the airport. Thank you Philly for showing me so much love.

Things to know.....

·I tapped out halfway through the cheese steak and fries. I wasn't wearing my elastic waist pants, so it wasn't humanly possible for me to finish it. But it was delish!

·While I waited for my flight, I turned on my Tinder app and it was lit! In 30 minutes I had so many date offers. I won't even go into the sad dating situation in Toronto. But believe me, it's sad.

·I'm definitely gonna have to return to Philadelphia. I'm turning on my Tinder as soon as my plane lands so maybe next time I can squeeze in some Philly style lovin!

·Supposedly they have an awesome Ice Cream Festival. That definitely seems up my alley