One of these statements is true.
If you’re like me, the last thing you want to do when you get home from a trip, especially if the getting home has been hectic and tiring, is get ready, rush to make it to something on time, and sit for several hours (airplane flashbacks, right here). But that’s exactly what Graham and I did last night, and it was the best decision we could have made.
We spent a lovely weekend in Alabama with family, and getting home on Tuesday turned out to be an epic journey. A three hour delay in Mobile, a mad dash through Atlanta to catch our connecting flight home, unpacking at midnight. Then, Graham picked up the Annie-dog at 6:00 a.m. yesterday and worked all day. When he got home at 5:00, we packed a bag in a hurry, for what felt like the millionth time. But this time, we packed it with bread, cheese, salami, and wine. And this time, we drove just thirty minutes away from home to see Mavis Staples and Bob Dylan at Wolf Trap in Vienna, VA.
A couple of obligatory wine photos, since I missed my Wine Wednesday post this week and attended a concert instead (worth it, obviously).
For me, we opened a bottle of Butter Chardonnay.
For Graham, a bottle of Sunset Hills Sunset Red.
Both are good for a picnic, and both will please a crowd. (Though…we didn’t share. Don’t judge! Our friends brought their own wine!)
I don’t know what better “welcome home” there is than a picnic with good wine, good food, good friends, and good music. Travel is one of my greatest pleasures, but I’m grateful and lucky that coming home is wonderful, as well. Cheers!