We spent Sunday of my girls’ weekend in New York in Brooklyn. The friend I was visiting lives in Brooklyn, so she planned our day. After our Sunday exploring, I see why Brooklyn was the birthplace of hipster culture—everywhere we went was cool-without-trying. During our day in Manhattan I had a vague idea of where we were, but, unfortunately, I totally lost track of which neighborhoods we visited in Brooklyn.
One of my best friends from college moved to New York City after graduation, and I finally went to visit her this past September. I’ve only been to New York twice before, once on a school field trip and once for a job interview, so I was ready to be a total tourist. This girls’ weekend was the perfect opportunity.
For our second wedding of 2018, we traveled to Charlottesville, Virginia the first weekend of September to see one of H’s best friends from childhood get married. Despite the buckets of rain that fell throughout the weekend and realizing the week before that the dress I had planned on wearing wouldn’t work, it was a perfect country garden wedding.
After a long day of travel, our flight got in late at night. Barbados at midnight was tropical and lovely, from the palm trees we could see waving in the warm breeze outside the airport to the rum punch we sipped on as we checked into our hotel, the Colony Club. We made our way along the paths that wound between low two-story buildings and lagoon-like pools to our room and collapsed into bed.
The Wednesday afternoon I left was a blur of finishing last-minute work tasks, repeating to myself that I must not forget my passport, and trying to get on the road before the tolls started. I stayed the night with my parents, then we embarked on a series of flights starting at the Lynchburg airport, where you walk on the runway and up a flight of stairs to the plane like you’re in an old movie.
I spent Easter this year in Lynchburg (Virginia, not Tennessee) and loved every minute of it. Although Lynchburg isn’t popular for tourists, there are great restaurants and pedestrian areas. H and I spent our two days there checking out the new improvements downtown, visiting old favorite spots, and spending time with family.
Since we visited Charleston in February, it was warm enough to swap out my camel coat for a denim jacket and bring sundresses and sandals, although it wasn’t bikini-and-shorts weather. This is what I packed for the trip, which would also work for a spring break road trip or early spring beach weekend.