There is a perpetual war going on inside my head. Low country vs High country. Charleston and Savannah, vs Boone and Asheville. Beaches vs Mountains.
Charleston, I have enough love for you to fill my entire heart - but when it comes to taking sides, the mountains always win. Smiles ensued the moment we turned the corner and laid our eyes on those rolling, blue hills. It used to be such a familiar sight, and I fell in love all over again. We even experienced another snowfall - but it wasn't a cold, wet snow. Instead, it looked like Fleur De Sel falling from the sky, and didn't interfere with our busy plans.
Asheville is the perfect balance of an extravagant city and a sleepy little town. Things to obsess over: blinding sunsets, Bavarian-style architecture, smokey mountain air, an offbeat arts scene, and the forever satisfying Chocolate Lounge. I wasn't about to leave before enjoying a maple and smoked sea salt hot chocolate. I'm not sure why my favorite dessert stop in this town didn't cross my mind as we were in the middle of our failed quest to find celebratory cupcakes for our wonderful friends who just got engaged (!!!!!). They don't sell cupcakes, but they sell macarons and chocolate truffles. Fancy!
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