I was warned about the Plymouth Rock Landmark in Massachusetts. I heard that it takes 30 seconds to visit and that it is underwhelming.
This did’t deter me. I walked along the harbor and I saw the shore as the Pilgrims did. I felt the salt wind cutting into my face and imagined the emotion of seeing land after a long, hard voyage
Hundreds of years later it felt real. I'm glad that I went.
What goes through your mind when you're at a landmark?