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Writer's pictureLela Robinson

A Journey Through History in Plymouth, MA Our First Thanksgiving Trip Adventure 🍂


As a travel blogger, I often hear people say that travel has to involve great distances to be truly memorable or adventurous. But after my trip to South Carolina, where I uncovered a hidden part of my Native American heritage, I’ve come to realize that adventure and discovery can be right in your own backyard. Sometimes, the most profound journeys are the ones that don’t require a passport or a flight. 🌍✨

During my recent visit to Plymouth, Massachusetts—less than an hour away from where I live I was guided to resources that helped me further explore my Native American roots. It’s a powerful reminder that the story of who we are often resides just around the corner, waiting to be uncovered. 🌿

The location of the First Thanksgiving, an event with such historical significance, is right in my own region. And while I’ve always believed in the importance of traveling to new places, it feels just as important now to delve into the history that’s accessible to me—right here in my local community. 🌾🍁

It’s easy to overlook the wealth of knowledge that can be found close to home. The local library, historical landmarks, and the connections with local guides have opened doors for me to learn more about the culture and heritage I never knew was so deeply intertwined with my own story. 📚👣

Traveling doesn’t always mean crossing continents. Sometimes, it’s about taking a step back and appreciating the adventure that lies just down the road. It’s about connecting with your history, exploring untold stories, and understanding the roots that shape who we are. 🌟

So, next time you think travel has to be far and wide to be worthwhile, remember: the most meaningful journeys can start with a short drive to your local library or historical site. It’s your own personal adventure waiting to unfold. ✨🚗


I had the honor of dining with the real family descendants of the Mashpee Wampanoag people during my visit to Plymouth, Massachusetts on a fall bae date. It was an incredible experience learning from the very people who helped shape this part of American history. 👏🍁

Our tour was led by some incredibly friendly and informative guides who shared their deep knowledge of the area, especially the original English village. We got a chance to step back in time as we entered a live recreation of the autumn of 1621, right before the Pilgrims prepared to celebrate their first harvest of maize (corn). 🌽✨

This event, which lasted three days, is now known as the First Thanksgiving—a monumental moment in history that still resonates today. We also visited the iconic Plymouth Rock. Honestly, I was expecting a bit more grandeur, but while the rock didn’t live up to my expectations in size, the historical significance still left an impact. 🪶

Next, we toured the Mayflower. It was a bit more "touristy" than I expected—colorful and definitely set up for visitors—but touching the ship made history feel so real. I could almost imagine the Pilgrims aboard. 🚢

Another highlight was the mill tour, where we saw firsthand how grain was sifted and sorted. It was fascinating to witness how they worked with the land and what it meant to survive and thrive in those times.


We also visited the Historic Patuxet Homesite where we witnessed a fire being used to dry animal fur. A native guide shared stories about Wampanoag family life, which reminded me so much of my own family's traditions and values. 🔥💭

One of the most spiritual parts of the visit was stopping at the sacred stone formation. We spent a few quiet moments at the Gathering Circle, a meditative spot designed to connect you with the four directions—each carrying its own element of Creation, full of meaning and power. 🌍✨

The white quartz stone faces east to greet the dawn; the granite pointing south holds the warmth of summer that nourishes the corn; the rust-colored granite faces west, reminding us of the strength of night, rain, and storms; and the green quartz pointing north brings the winter’s rest. These stones weren’t just rocks—they were storytellers. 🪶🌿

We also spent some time with the livestock and chatted with the English townsfolk, getting some great gardening advice along the way. After all the walking and exploring, my boyfriend and I took a nice fall stroll and stumbled upon the statues on our way to lunch. 🍂


For lunch, we visited The Yellow Cafe, a charming two-floor English-style tavern that blended history with modern comforts. The ambiance was perfect for a cozy meal, but I couldn’t shake the eerie feeling from the employees. They were so professional, yet had this distant, almost ghostly vibe, like shells of the past. 🤔👻

All in all, our visit to Plymouth was a beautiful adventure, especially during the Thanksgiving season. It was a perfect mix of history, culture, and nature, and a wonderful reminder of the origins of this holiday. 🍁🦃


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