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A visit to their website will tell you that "few experiences in life are as meaningful and meaty-filled as those you’ll have at the magnificent SPAM Museum." Such a grandiose claim is enough to pique our interest.

Despite what the Rolling Stones might have you believe, wild horses could definitely drag you away. Take a trip to Assateague and find out for yourself.

I don't care how this makes me sound, it's just honest: I hated every kid I ever knew who got to go to space camp. It was based on nothing more than raw, seething jealousy.

Even though my complete lack of self-control dictates that any museum trip I go on in Amsterdam be "sponsored" by legal marijuana (which would make The The Museum of Medieval Torture Instruments (MMTI) infinitely more terrifying) I'm still excited to visit.

If you’re looking to put get out of town and put roots down in a new place, there’s one town down South you may want to consider.

If you've ever wanted to hull up in a bar and hibernate, what better place to do it than inside of an actual cave?

Every time I got sick as a kid, my mother would call me 'Typhoid Mary.' That was before the internet was a thing, and so I always assumed she was having a bout of amnesia. When I was older, though, I learned that Mary was very real, typhoid was very scary, and this abandoned island hospital in the middle of NYC was where they kept people who had it.

I tend to have a pretty short attention span at history museums, unless they are one of two thing: interactive, or disturbing. The Mütter Museum, a museum of medical history, is definitely the latter, and so it's thankfully not the former. You would not want to interact with the kind of twisted things they've got on display, but they sure are fun to look at.

Ever since I saw Baz Luhrmann's magical 1996 interpretation of 'Romeo and Juliet,' I've romanticized the idea of living in a weird desert trailer park. Now that I'm a grown up, the idea of permanent residence in one is slightly less appealing, but El Cosmico is a communal outpost in the deserts of West Texas that lets you pretend for the night.

When people ask my why I won't watch horror movies, I tell them that I've never seen 'Silent Hill' because Centralia exists, and it's creepy enough.