Monday, May 2, 2016

Wilmington, NC

04-29-2016 1352 Wilmington, NC


Morning.

It’s spring. Warm sun, cool breeze, and the sound of nature. Birds speaking a language only Mother Nature understands. I look up. 3 yellow triangles are reaching for the roof of the porch I’m sitting on. They’re freshly hatched baby Cardinals, screaming for a regurgitated meal. Yes, I had to add that in there.

I’m getting ready to explore my favorite quaint little town with my host turned bestie! While I wait, the shade offers me serenity while gazing at the sun glistening off of my Honda FIT. The plan is to hit downtown and enjoy a wonderful lunch, eventually returning to craft handmade pasta noodles.
I am all smiles as I finally have a day off to catch up on appreciating the little things life has to offer. Including nature therapy and writing my little heart out. I can think clearly now that my car has some organization, my clothes are clean, and this last job is complete.

Transitioning into a minimalist lifestyle has allowed me to concentrate on opportunities and experiences rather than worrying about gathering countless belongings. I’d still be doing laundry if I was the same person 2 years ago. Instead, I’m sitting on a hardwood floor, creating and sharing my stories, while listening to Thievery Corporation on Pandora. This outlet provides me a medium to enjoy reading what I’ve experienced and I couldn’t be happier, besides my foot going numb on occasion.

This morning, I’ve been able to learn about other bloggers, start a plan for budgeting and meals while on the road, and enjoy a beautiful “movie scene.”

Afternoon.

I could hug the Earth fur I'm so happy, especially having 24 hours of freedom from the Man. I was brought to Wayfarer, in downtown Wilmington, and had it in my mind that I was going to order a mouth-watering sandwich and dip. Well, our waitress ended up seducing both of us into ordering the Special. Said special included oven-baked fried chicken, layered with bacon, layered with a hard-boiled egg, layered with cheese, lettuce, and other special sauces of which, I've since forgotten due to the food induced coma we were left in.

Waddling down a couple blocks, we made our way to a local family-run book store and the Cotton Exchange - which includes a conglomerate of smaller businesses along the river. Fun fact, yes the building was actually used during the Cotton Exchange periods of our lovely American History.

After spending more than I cared for, I made it back to the house with rocks, a face tube, sage, essential oil bug spray, and books. It was time to make epic handmade spaghetti noodles! The ingredients - just flour and eggs.

Evening.
It's a little after 6pm. Craving tacos from a food truck, the noodles were left on the counter to harden while the two of us ladies were off again to the Fly Trap! We met with her gang and played Old Maid, waiting on the deliciousness to come rolling in. Literally. I had myself a taste of blueberry sour beer, not my favorite. It kind of reminded me of the Kombucha I had, for the first time, when I was valleyganting the Cotton Exchange. I, instead, chose the Farmhouse Ale. A little hoppy for me, but would suffice until the meat-stuffed tortillas were placed in my icy hands.

Alas, after devouring said tasty steak cilantro filled tacos, it was time for me to go. I said my goodbyes to everyone and started preparing for my 4 hour drive back to Chapin, SC.


Till we meet again Wilmington!




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