North Carolina

Last week, I headed up the Eastern seaboard for an early birthday with Bryan. Bryan works in the summertime as Captain on a beautiful sailboat called the Downeast Rover chartering couples and vacationers from all over.

I got to spend 4 days on the coast of North Carolina and had a difficult time leaving. Ronoake Island, where we were staying lies in the Outer Banks, a thin strip of land off the coast of N. Carolina. 2 hours from any major airport. The drive itself to the coast was beautiful. Vast meadows, spring wildflowers, empty space, blue skies. It was a stark contrast from the busy streets of South Florida ( and San Francisco, too).

Bryan rented us a little bed and breakfast Air BnB for two of the nights.. A shabby chic beach bungalow with seashell macrame, driftwood, potted plants, and beach decor everywhere. It was everything I'd hoped for. We took the two beach cruisers out in the back country, down farm house roads, stopping along the way at ancient cemeteries, small ponds and finally; Kill Devil Grill for Happy Hour cocktails and beer simmered shrimp. It is soft shell crab season right now, so we got to enjoy local, seasonal fare as well. I had mine fried over grits (oy) and Bryan had his in a sandwich. So delicious! We enjoyed other local treats like fresh tuna, and shrimp, all locally caught that morning by local fisherman.

The last night, we stayed in an old farm house with so much heart and soul. Every crevice of the house told a story, and I loved being able to water the garden, walk outside in my bear feet, and sip coffee on the sun porch. 

 

Southern hospitality, it's the real deal. I suppose the mere mentioning of manners is due to the fact that no one seems to have them anymore. To be greeted as Miss and Ma'am was a charm, and I reveled in the old fashioned syntax and formalities. Please and Thank You are accompanied by a smile of genuine nature. Everyone seems to enjoy a life of simplicity and of beachside charms (sans high rise building, flashy cars, and gaudy gems). Walk into a store and everyone knows you name. Is that not the point of community? 

 

North Carolina has left a colorful stain on my heart, like the golden windflowers that were cascading over the meadows. I'm missing it and thinking of it daily and can't wait to return . Stay tuned for the film shots I captured !  

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