Monday, October 31, 2011

Fall Break Mini-Getaway : Asheville

Jason, being the romantic at heart he is, planned an amazing fall break getaway for us.  It was also a belated anniversary trip, seeing as we were about to leave for Alaska on our anniversary in June this year.  Alaska was certainly a once-in-a-lifetime adventure, but in a tiny ship cabin with Connor, it wasn't a romantic getaway.

Two days alone, in the beautiful town of Asheville.  We had visited once before, on our anniversary several years ago, and we were anxious to return.

After dropping Connor off with my parents (feeling guilty, but knowing he was in good hands), on Wednesday morning (the first day of our short fall break) we made the drive.  The scenery was gorgeous and the conversation was easy.

We arrived in Asheville, and since it was too early to check into our hotel, we hit the Tupelo Honey Cafe.  We tried this restaurant on our first visit, loved it, and were certainly not disappointed this time around.  Jason's fried chicken, biscuits and gravy looked amazing, and my grilled cheese and tomato soup were divine...and inexpensive!

After lunch, we walked around downtown, then headed to the hotel.  Jason planned for us to stay at the Grove Park Inn, a historic location that feels out of the way, although it's only a few minutes from downtown Asheville.  This was the view from our room:

After looking at the gorgeous view, we relaxed a bit, then took a walk around the property.

That first night, we headed back into town (only about 5 minutes from the Inn) to walk around and enjoy dinner at the Early Girl Eatery.  Jason had a catfish sandwich and I had a yummy plate of chicken salad and fruit.

After a wonderful and restful night's sleep in a huge, cozy bed with the breathtaking view you saw earlier, we woke up Thursday morning to an included breakfast, complete with a view of the sun rising over the mountaintops.

After a relaxing breakfast filled with French toast drowned in warm syrup, bacon, quiche, and fruit, we spent the day doing the most magnificent activity I could imagine...absolutely nothing.  Jason and I lounged around the spa area, read books, talked, and simply enjoyed each other's company and the beauty of the surroundings. We didn't even move from our chairs until almost time for dinner at 7 p.m.  It was one of the most wonderful days in recent memories.  It was spent with my handsome, romantic, husband and was filled with nothing but each other's conversation, a few good books, and the beauty of God's creation.  It was truly perfection.

Dinner that evening was special, mainly because as a part of our stay there, it was free.  Therefore, Jason and I were able to indulge not only in each other's company, but in a host of delicious food without having to worry about the bill, which is rare in our lives.  We both had an appetizer (I had lobster tail and he had a crab cake), I had a salad (Jason hates salad, so he got another appetizer, shrimp cocktail.), we both had steak (with blue cheese), along with the best corn pudding I have ever eaten and a huge portion of creamy mashed potatoes.  Then there was dessert:  I had the peanut butter pie with an Oreo crust, and Jason indulged in the largest cream puff I have ever seen...I must admit I was a bit jealous once I saw it.  With the combination of my husband, the scenery (We ate outdoors.), and every mouthwatering bite, it was one of my most memorable meals to date.

By the time dinner was finished, we were ready to pack up and get rested for our drive home the next morning.  It turned out to be a sign of things to come when neither of us slept well Thursday night due to a crying baby in the room next door.  Looking back now, I think it was foreshadowing for things to come at home.

We woke up Friday morning to our last breakfast at the Inn, and took a few last-minute photos of one of the most beautiful and relaxing places we have ever visited. Then it was time for goodbye.  I have already informed Jason that we must go back for some anniverary in the distant future.

On our way out of town, nerds that we are, we stopped by Thomas Wolfe's childhood home, where we walked around and snapped our last photos of the trip.

After a four hour drive and a fast food lunch, we arrived just in time to enjoy this sweet face waking up from his nap:

My real life at home with Jason and Connor is more magestic than any Asheville inn, restaurant, or historic location, but it certainly doesn't hurt to have a romantic husband to take me away for a couple of days.  This trip reminded me just how important the bond between a husband and wife can be, and how much I enjoy Jason's company.  Our daily schedules are so hectic that we rarely, if ever, take time to sit down and just talk, without some noise or distraction.  I believe we both learned from this trip to value each other, to nurture our relationship, and that spending time alone together makes us all the more rejuvenated and excited to see Connor and devote our attention to him.

Thank you, Jason Scott, for a better getaway than I could have imagined.  I love you, and I love us together.

When writing this post, this song came to mind:

May there be many more "you and me" moments to come.

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