24 December 2016

twelve dates of christmas | a night in asheville.

on our twelfth date of christmas, husband stole me away to a charming inn tucked in the sleepy blue ridge mountains for a night in one of our favorite cities. we wandered old neighborhoods with cottages like dollhouses, finished our christmas shopping, stopped for gingerbread lattes at the coffee bus, feasted on red curry & mango sticky rice, and turned in early, happy to perch by a roaring fire with thick paperbacks and velvety red wine. we woke to carols tinkling on the piano downstairs and it was christmas eve.

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