Asheville, no, not Nashville, Asheville. It’s a town in North Carolina that I hadn’t heard of either. I never would have even gone if a part of me at that very stage of my life hadn’t decided that this was the one time I needed to stop overthinking and go with the flow. Of course, now years later I regret going because of the circumstances and honestly the company, but on the upside, I got to see and experience a part of the States I never would have ever seen let alone heard about.
Nevertheless, Asheville was beautiful, most of the time I spent hiking which isn’t something I ever do much less on holiday, but this time I did. There were never ending trails, spectacular waterfalls and views that took my breath away. I even went up Chimney Rock and saw Hickory Nut Falls which is one of the highest waterfalls east of the Mississippi. At the time I wasn’t really all that interested to be honest and now looking back I think I would have been ok never seeing this at all.
What I did like about Asheville was downtown. I loved the shops, galleries, the graffiti on the walls, the quant little shops full of interesting random things. I especially loved the River Arts District, so colourful and vibrant. I am still so disappointed that I didn’t get a chance to get a painting from a local artist despite my efforts or even a chance to see the infamous Biltmore Estate, America’s largest home.
I guess I should mention I had my first taste of soul food, biscuits and gravy, delicious but that didn’t make up for a disappointing trip that didn’t meet my expectations. It was more about the company and how we spent our time there than what the city had to offer a regular visitor. I certainly won’t be going back, but at least I can say with confidence that going with the flow and not trusting my instincts is something I won’t be doing anytime soon.
