Once again I spent the weekend (a bit longer, really), traveling. The fella and I went to North Carolina for five days to visit friends and meet his dad (for me. Clearly he has met his father before)
We drove down on a Friday morning. I have never, honestly, been in a car for that long. I had been looking forward to the trip, but I was also nervous. Despite dating for so long, we’ve never really been away on a vacation together. The prospect made me a bit anxious. And being cooped up in a car for approximately 12 hours with anyone could drive a girl to madness, if you ask me, especially considering that most of that drive is through Ohio.
And Ohio is super boring. #norly
It’s a state that just keeps on going. Andy has issues with it because it’s flat and I have issues with it because it’s so…big. And uninteresting. And big.
(Did I mention it’s big?)
At about 6.30pm-ish we got to Raleigh and to our hotel, which was rather nice. We had a great dinner at this place called Picnic with Andy’s friends – who were very nice – and recommended the place. They also drove. We hung out with them until quite late and passed out in our hotel room.
The next day we went to the North Carolina Museum of Art and I felt a total pang of jealousy for not living there. While the DIA is amazing, the amount of outdoor things they could schedule because it never really gets cold made me totes jealous. They also had a nice collection of art. We walked around the sculpture garden and got suitably sweaty before dinner with our friend from high school, who moved down there to start a PhD program at UNC. Once again, dinner was a great bbq place (The Pit) and I was a content person. I spend a lot of time thinking about pork. So far, North Carolina was holding up their end of the deal.
They were a lot bigger than expected, which was great. We spent hours there walking through and looking at all sorts of plants. I took photos with my relic of a black and white film camera. I’m not even sure it still works, but I guess we’ll find out?
After that, Andy and I went and toured a plantation house, which I didn’t even think to get a photo of. It was pretty hot by then and despite the tour being fascinating and the house being really interesting (and in turn, I learned some things about my own antebellum built home), I was getting tired. So, what does this mean?
Dinner. At an amazing Mexican place, Gonza. The tacos I had were to die for. A bit of fish and pork? #dying
Sadly, we had to leave the area Monday morning and head over to Asheville. Asheville is mountainous and gorgeous. We also had a cooldown in weather, which was a change of pace. We stayed with Andy’s dad and his stepmom, on their property. They have a camper that we slept in.
It’s safe to say I’m not that keen on campers. It was a nice camper just…small.
We went to the Biltmore on Tuesday and it. is. stunning. We spent nearly the whole day there. I once again didn’t take nearly enough photos, either with my camera or my phone. Vanderbilt sure knew what he was doing when he hired all those people to design it.
On a whole though, Asheville didn’t appeal to me much. I was happy to come home, which is unusual for me. I can’t even say I was super excited about the food I ate.
I am, though, planning trips for 2018. In the meantime, it’s work work work. #ew