The older I get, the less adventure my travels require. Point my car in the direction of a friend and I'll happily spend our time together caught up in their routines, with a side of tourism and coffee shops. Good company means more than conquering a Top 10 Must Sees in This City list. Really, all I ever want is a good conversation and it doesn't much matter where that happens.
This past weekend I headed down to Atlanta for the first time. I managed to beat the Nashville rush hour traffic and Atlanta's traffic was of the regular city sort by the time I arrived Friday night.
A couple of months ago, I'd tweeted that I was figuring out my next vacation plans. Abby Norman suggested her city, which reminded me I'd not yet been. Only a few hours away, Atlanta perfectly suited the bill for a weekend getaway.
It rained for much of the visit and had I planned to walk all over the city, I might have been disappointed. But I am the sort of person who loves rainy days and fall weather so I treated it like a gift.
Abby and I drank wine and she showed me her printed manuscript. I wanted to be a polite guest so I did not demand to read it. All in due time.
Plans to see a few other friends didn't work out in the end. Unfortunate but it allowed Saturday to be a relaxing, meandering day. My favorite.
We headed to the Dekalb farmers market. It is less farmers market, more grocery store with quality ingredients. Fresh fruits and vegetables of every kind, alcohol, freshly ground spices, a cheese case, bakery, homemade pasta, meat, everything delicious you could possibly imagine all in one place. This place is gigantic and I wanted to call it heaven and then move in.
That afternoon, Abby, her friend Brooke, and I went thrifting. Thrift stores are one of my love languages. Brooke scored some furniture for her new house and I found two pairs of shoes, a shirt, and, of course, two books.
We then made our way over to the Braves game. I've wanted to visit 5 other baseball stadiums as part of my Life List. Having only experienced Sox and Cubs games before this, I thoroughly enjoyed not having a vested interest in the outcome. In fact, it was refreshing to experience a baseball game as a calm person.
Strassburg pitched for the Nationals and he's always a treat to watch in action- that is, when he's not pitching against your team. Also, it helps if he's not ejected from the game in the 2nd inning. The game lasted 15 innings and we didn't get home until 1:30 am. The longest Sox game I've ever been to was 19 innings and you get to a point where you don't care who wins. But you especially don't care when your team isn't even playing. Still, it was a fun night. Turner Stadium is pretty nice and while I could have done without the excessive "chopping," I admire the fans' dedication to their team.
Sunday morning we slept in and went for brunch at Flying Biscuit, where I ate some of the best grits of my life. And then it was time to head home.
I focused on what we did and where we went but really this weekend was about the people. Getting to know Abby's family. Hearing about Brooke's plans. People watching at the thrift store and the farmers market.
Abby and I realized we couldn't quite remember how we found each other in the blogosphere but I'm so glad we did. She's one to watch, what with the manuscript and all, but also because of her heart and her zest for life.
You can bet I'll be back to visit.