I have to admit that I haven’t always had the best relationship with tourists. Our dynamic takes the darkest turn when I’m driving down wall st. I like to joke that the floating man that sets up on the corner there is my nemesis, watching people congregate around him standing in the middle of the road, making it impossible for me to exit the street feels like a personal attack on the well-being of my day. It wouldn’t be shocking to see me honk my horn gently to alert them of the giant inconvenience that it is to try and navigate the roads around them.
That being said, I like to pride myself on being someone who can see things from every perspective. After all, aren’t I the glowing eyed tourist taking my sweet time crossing the street because everything feels too whimsical to move quickly when I’m traveling? Spoiler alert: I totally am.
I think most people remember the way it felt to fall in love with this city for the first time. Having grown up here, I think I took it for granted. I never had the feeling of enchantment, not in the same way at least. I wanted to try and see and recreate that first time feeling. To look at this city with fresh eyes.
So, I decided to live a few days in asheville as though I were here on vacation. I spent two nights in the absolutely dreamy Sweet Peas Hostel
and this is what I learned…
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