A Sweet & Silly Day in Hershey
Yesterday was one for the books. We spent the day in Hershey, Pennsylvania—the land where dreams are made of chocolate—and it was equal parts sweet, silly, and downright ridiculous.
Robin and Elaine chauffeured us around like VIPs. They showed us where Robin used to work and pointed out the famous Milton Hershey School. Now that place deserves a standing ovation. Founded back in 1909, it gave orphaned and impoverished kids a chance to have a real home, an education, and a future. Talk about chocolate with a heart. It made me think that if more billionaires followed Milton Hershey’s example, the world might actually stand a chance.
Then came the chocolate store. Lord help us. We hopped on a ride that was so goofy it had me laughing. And then we hit the store itself… oh boy. Imagine flashing lights, loud music, and aisles that looked like someone let a toddler design the layout. It was high sensory overload. Elaine and I just stood there, blinking like two deer in Willy Wonka’s headlights, wondering where the actual chocolate was. By the time we all stumbled out, we didn’t just want a beer or wine, we were ready to sprint to the brewery.
And so we did. Off we went to Tröegs Independent Brewing, where life finally made sense again. I had a flight of beers (because why commit when you can taste them all), we shared some good food, and the conversation flowed like, well, beer. It was one of those places where you sit back, relax, and feel like you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.
The grand finale? Elaine and I walked off our beer and pretzel around the campground while the guys relaxed. I crawled into bed exhausted, happy, and still chuckling at the absurdity of that chocolate store.
Travel days like this are the best: a little history, a lot of sugar, plenty of hops, and friends who make it all taste even sweeter.
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