I spent last weekend in Asheville, North Carolina. It was my first time there, but it won’t be my last.
Before I left a co-worker said “Oh you’ll love Asheville. It’s full of hippies.” And she was right. Asheville is full of my people.
That has absolutely nothing to do with why I was in Asheville. It’s just an interesting aside that Asheville is full of hippies. My experience living in the Appalachians involved a distinct lack of hippies. Hm.
I went to Asheville with a cousin (really with 5 cousins), my mom, my sister, and my niece and nephew to go to a Fiber Festival (for those less into “fiber” it was a yarn festival). Apparently this one is kinda a big deal; it even has it’s own website. Despite the fact that this thing was essentially an arena full of yarn, it was pretty awesome. The kids (all 4 of them) loved the animals and I was too overwhelmed by the all the yarn to buy anything.
The big attraction, though, was not the fiber festival. It was the Biltmore.
I had so much fun there! Even with 4 kids who were sleepy, the Biltmore was awesome. I can’t wait until I can go back and spend the entire day there.
I’ll leave you with the other big attraction of the weekend.