I’m still not fully recovered from my “Six States. Two Weeks.” 2014
world East Coast tour, but I best go ahead and document it digitally* because, well, the best thing about having a blog is the whole ‘scrapbook’ concept, isn’t it?
*Unless you follow me on Instagram. In which case…well, you’ve been ON the tour.
My new haircut (never again to be styled so carefully) and I were on our way to Atlanta on Friday, but not before indulging in a few more of the perks of being at home. [Pun intended.]
…and I was once again entering the planes portion of my planes, trains, and automobiles* tour of the country.
While practicing my Spanish (yes, I can read it almost fluently) and enjoying some chick lit, I munched on still-slightly-frozen Greek yogurt with a mix of the multiple types of cereal I confiscated from Papa Smart’s Kashi-heavy cabinet.
An appropriate snack for my travels, I feel, as I was on my way to visit the only person I know who gets even stranger food passed TSA than I do.
That’s right, Sprint 2 Atlanta: The Spring Break Edition was about to commence.
This time, Heather joined in the fun, and we started the weekend strong with a visit to Vietnam (or, well, a Vietnamese restaurant). Saigon Sweet-and-Sour Shrimp Soup with a tamarind broth full of okra, elephant ear stalks, tomatoes, and pineapple (!) was absolutely wonderful…I ate about five bowls.
I stayed full of brothy goodness until this simple bowl of oatmeal (a mix of Bob’s Red Mill and Purely Elizabeth ancient grains) topped with strawberry jam and some Laura-made Irish Cream Healthy Bites and Heather-made Java Coconut “Buzz” Bites.
Thank goodness Laura had made me a Pineapple Spinach Mint Growing Naturals smoothie. After both glutes AND shoulders, I’m pretty sure I would have passed out in the parking lot without it.
The afternoon passed by quickly, and it was soon time to join Sarena (along with her husband, Tony) once again in Decatur, where we split a bottle of cider and then moved on to wine.
And dinner. Obviously we ate.
The only thing I seemed to photograph were the collards with bacon (and more bacon) that our waiter brought me specially.
A run through Piedmont Park the next morning seemed like a nice personal send-off from Atlanta. (It also made me feel like I was on an episode of any HGTV show. What is with the numerous shots in Piedmont Park any time they are in Atlanta?)
—and a drive north of the city [with snacks, of course]*.
I certainly had fun…but HALLELUJAH it is good to be home.