.Ashley-ville.

Asheville, NC

When vacations present themselves, it never fails that a most interesting an memorable adventure is about to unfold. And at least one good scandal.


Cue Asheville, NC. Hotel rooms booked. Biltmore tickets purchased. Tire pressure checked. Camera, double check. Ready, and Go.


wait...wait... its missing something. This trip would have been insignificant if not for the company I kept.

There are few trips planned with little more than a 48hour notice. The dialogue is something along the lines of deciphering who has the same days off, how far can we drive, what to pack and when we leave.


This was the exception. It took a month of planning and requesting, pleading even, to get the right days in order. But in the end, seven girls ended up in Asheville. The ultimate vacation for hard working 20 somethings looking for a little bit of R and R.

We traded Charleston life for the mountain life; with absolutely no agenda. We stood agape a the threshold of the Biltmore House and thourougly enjoyed its wine tasting. There were nights of

Apples to Apples" and "Catch Phrase". Intense crossword
"puzzles, 49
across was the bain of my existence. Quite a stark contrast to previous trips that yielded nights into the wee hours, and sometimes til the sunrise. Don't be fooled, we did not disappoint. We left our mark in Asheville to say the least. This was my idea of the perfect trip. I was in the presence of some of the most wildly intelligent and beautiful woman, in a place that was foreign yet just as comfortable. We looked like a traveling band of gypsies. But you can't fool locals. If you travel in a pack of woman...you're bound to be categorized as a tourist. Luckily, we weren't trying to hide. We made some good friends by standing out.




The Asheville pace was one I could get used to. It had a Northern feel with its crisp air and lack of humidity. It meshed with the "Hakuna Matata" shoulder shrug of the south...some parts of the south atleast( depending on the circles one travels in). We could all do with a getaway of the Asheville-kind on a regular basis. If for nothing else to give us the chance to step back and watch the hands of the clock tick by, and not worry about the wasting of time, only the realization that we are using the time to our advantage. It was poignant reminder that it is precious and friends like these come few and far between. And if you're lucky enough to have the opportunity to travel with a band of gypsies, what on earth are you waiting for? We aren't ...