This was not my first trip to Virginia – and it won’t be my last, I imagine. There are probably parts of Virginia that are ugly and run down and maybe, come summer, I’d hate it. But every time I go there, I think “Why don’t I live here? Look these houses with their big front porches and actual rocking chairs! Is that a tiny, white-steepled church? Did that old man just tip his hat to me?”Also: it is really, really, really fun to speak with a southern accent. I’m sure everyone in hearing distance found my attempts annoying/ridiculous but I rather enjoyed myself.
I was in Salem visiting my old friend Brooke and we had all sorts of adventures: eating cheesy grits and stewed apples at a little local diner, picnicing in The Blue Mountains, pawing through piles of antiques, making fried green tomatoes (amazing!), dining at a good old-fashioned soda shop, thrifting, trawling the farmers’ market, trying to watch the meteor shower, drinking 8 million coffees and talking about all those things you talk about with people you’ve known for 20 years.
Next up: South Dakota and The Black Hills! Any can’t-miss spots I need to know about?