In case you haven’t caught on yet, I love Asheville. That’s right, I’m the girl stuck in the humid state known as Florida whose heart is happily frolicking in Asheland. I mean, who doesn’t love those amazing mountains? If you raised your hand, you must immediately go to the back of the line. No soup for you!
If I could put my feelings into beautiful rhyming poetry as well as Barbie Angell does, I most surely would. Asheville is to me what Steve Martin is to her. And, I mean that in the best way possible. If you don’t believe me, go check out her blog. But please, read the rest of mine first. I mean, it’s only proper. Well, that is if you are on the manners bandwagon, which I most certainly am. I’m also into treating others the way you’d like to be treated. Is that old school? If it is, I’m more than happy to sing it’s old time praises atop the Blue Ridge Mountains.
Anyway, where was I? Oh, Asheville. Do I truly need to convince you of it’s superbness? Did you know that it has just been voted Beer City U.S.A. for the third year running? So, if you love your local brew, there’s that for ya. Speaking of local, you can’t NOT find something great and local in Asheville. I mean, it is the Paris of the South as they sometimes refer to it. Oh that note, Asheville has many the nickname or catchphrase. My apologizes if my jumping around them throws you for a loop. I’m the type of writer that has a disdain for using the same words or describers more often than absolutely necessary. If I can vary things up, add a bit of sparkle here or a twinkle there, I’m all for it. It’s more fun that way. Gotta put that three-letter word in whenever possible!
So, I hope my little “love letter” to the mountain town has done something to pique your interest in this quirky little place if you weren’t already invested in it prior. Oh, and be sure to check out my photography which continues my admiration for Asheville in image form on flickr.