Interrupting my Spain highlights to post the type of entry that I’d never thought I’d do—mostly because every time I see something like this on Facebook, Instagram or another blog, it kind of makes me gag. So believe me. If you’re thinking, “Oh please, not one of these posts,” I totally hear you!
But anyways, here goes.
I met Evan one year ago. Within a few minutes of chatting face-to-face, I felt like we’d known each other forever. I actually thought, “Ohhhhh, so this is how you know it’s right.” At 30, it was the first time I’d ever had that reaction on a date.
Over the next 12 months, we’ve been inseparable. We’ve tried lots of new restaurants, seen ballets, met each others’ families—and traveled quite a bit.
For numerous reasons (mostly owing to the fact that we both don’t get a ton of time off), we weren’t able to take a long trip together. But somehow, we managed to squeeze in a bunch of long weekend getaways.
I didn’t share some of these photos after they happened because I wanted to really enjoy our first few trips together. I didn’t want to be snapping tons of pics, noting everything we were doing and asking strangers lots of questions. (I was, admittedly, a little afraid of letting my blogger side loose. ;) )
I was also a little superstitious that after I’d post about him, we’d break up.
Luckily, that hasn’t happened.
Now, I’m happy to look back at the getaways we’ve taken in the last year.
Like our first trip to Hudson, NY. We went on a snowy weekend in mid-January, just two months after our first date.
We stayed at Thyme in the Country, a small, eco-friendly B and B on a farm outside town, that Evan thought looked perfect for us.
It turned out to be exactly the kind of place we were both looking for. The owners, Mary and Bill, were lovely, and fed us very well: homemade sausages, cheese and dates, ginger tea.
Their living room had a working fireplace, where Evan and I cozied up to escape the chilly weather.
We loved walking around the snowy farm.
I got a kick out of seeing cows so close up!
And even let Evan bring me right up close to the chickens. (Staying with one in Guatemala must have helped me with my fear of birds!)
We spent two afternoons strolling around Hudson, a small, industrial town that’s being revitalized, thanks to an influx of artists and city refugees.
On our first night there, we shared an amazing dinner at Fish & Game, a restaurant run by Zac Pelaccio, who decamped from NYC to Hudson to be closer to local farmers and suppliers. The restaurant just serves a tasting menu based on what’s available and in season. Everything we ate that night was great: eggplant with sea urchin, kimchi with turkey, venison sausage over polenta. The cooking was exciting and inventive.
Plus, Fish & Game, itself, was one of the most romantic restaurants I’ve eaten at. The layout has two-seaters around the perimeter, where couples dine sitting next to each other. I find that much cozier, not to mention better for chatting. I don’t know why more restaurants haven’t adopted that seating plan!
Evan and I actually kept the menu from that dinner, to frame as a memento of our first trip together.
In February, we headed north for a four day weekend. We drove to Vermont, stopping in Brattleboro for a quick bite, before settling into Pond House Inn, in Brownsville. This was another B&B on a farm, run by a retired teacher named Gretel.
We arrived on another snowy weekend.
Our room was pretty chilly, and we could feel the home’s age. Yet, I loved the canopy bed in our room…
…the European accents (like this striped wallpaper!)…
…and all the travel magazines and New Yorker back issues scattered around the place.
Evan and I had grand plans of going dog sledding and snowshoeing, but the weather was less than ideal: steady, freezing rain. Instead, we bunkered down for a good part of the day. In the afternoon, we drove up to the Norwich Inn, which has a microbrewery on premise….
…and returned for dinner at the B&B. Greta was a fabulous cook, and made us a butternut squash lasagna (with delicate, homemade noodles!) and poached pears for dessert.
The next day, we drove down to the Berkshires. I hadn’t been before, and we thought it would get little closer to home. (Though it actually translated into more time in the car.)
We stayed at Porches, a North Adams inn.
It was eclectic with class…
…and even had a cute cat hanging around!
North Adams is home to MASS MoCA, the contemporary art museum.
But since Evan and I are both not museum people, we skipped it, in favor of antiquing.
Porches had an outdoor hot tub, which would have been muy romantico—were it not filled with kids the whole time! I was actually surprised at how many families were at the inn, that weekend. Breakfast, the next morning, which could have been a quiet, couple’s affair, was like eating in a daycare center.
After that trip, I started blogging more about my adventures with Evan.
Like our less-than-24-hours in Philly for his b-day in March. (Again, another weekend foiled by freezing rain!)
And the overnight getaway to New Hope, PA, in April, when we needed a break from NYC life…
…the week at the LBI beach house with friends…
…the summer weekend in DC.
Most recently, we were back in New Hope, to celebrate the wedding of Karen and Steve, two of our closest friends.
We have a December trip to New Orleans planned, too!
Evan is more than another travel companion, though. He’s also my everyday companion, my up-for-anything companion, my breaks-the-tension-with ridiculousness companion, my puts-up-with-me-when-I’m-tired-and-hungry companion. And that, I think, makes me one lucky girl.