This weekend, I headed back to Hollymead {or “the farm” as it’s now known to all our friends} for another weekend in paradise.
Hollymead: a stunningly beautiful farm in western North Carolina that belongs to a married couple that we met on our cruise to the Bahamas back in February. They have graciously offered to host us whenever our little city hearts desire 
Highlights
Non-stop laughing + listening to 90s music on the car ride. Writing down all the funny quotes on an Evernote. Arriving back at Hollymead and feeling at home. Meeting two new people at dinner. Eating delicious steaks with baked potatoes and salad. Cracking jokes until our stomaches hurt. Opening my birthday present {a bottle of Razzmatazz Red wine, named after Razz, the dog} and cutting into my pretty tropical cake:
Seeing two baby colts down at the stable. Staying up late to chat. Waking up early-ish, eating gluten-free zucchini carrot bread, and drinking coffee. Taking a ride in the Kabota {lovingly nicknamed the Katuba}. Driving an hour to Shelton Vineyards and singing Hotel California in the car. Joking with our waitress while enjoying lunch at the on-site grill. Sara Rose and I split the jalapeno corn shrimp salad and the crab cakes:
Touring the private area, where people can adopt a barrel and have a message written on it. There were several with proposals written on them, but I liked this one best:
Doing a wine tasting and befriending Judy, who kept the wine flowing:
Joking around with one of the other workers. Getting Blizzards at Dairy Queen. Heading back to the farm to whip up caprese skewers, steak rolls, and horseradish and soy ginger dipping sauces:
Seeing a rainbow on our way to the party at the house of other cruise friends:
Eating a delicious assortment of potluck food, including addictive buffalo crack dip:
Taking tequila shots. Pretending to have horrible hangovers in the morning {we didn’t!}. Learning how to use the John Deere with a mower attachment. Mowing a big pasture while listening to Miley Cyrus {this was my reward for coming back to the farm haha!}. Enjoying lunch on the back porch and looking over the entire valley as it rained.
See a common thread here? Literally everywhere the group went, we harassed befriended owners, workers, waitresses, and innocent bystanders. As someone said, “It’s like a traveling comedy act.” I may be giving us too much credit, but when my stomach hurts non-stop from laughing, I would have to agree Hey, at least we make ourselves laugh, right?!
