Part Two: The people
Trip Start Aug 30, 2012
16Trip End Oct 19, 2012
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So you know by now that during this time I stayed with Joy and Joe about 30 minutes to an hour out of Philadelphia proper. During the week days (work hours) I busted around exploring more of Philly on my own, and the nights and weekends were spent catching up, hanging out, cooking for each other (I’ve even shared my recipe for “Steve’s two-bowl paella”!) and sharing stories.
I met their friends, we explored the giant King of Prussia mall (PS who names a suburb “King of Prussia“??), tried many different microbrews (Pennsylvania is GREAT at beer), visited the Farmer’s Cabinet (where “barrels are first come, first served”), went to church, lied to Joe about taking nanna naps (“we went for a run!”), discovered an old covered bridge and had some of the best coffee I’ve ever tasted at Burlap and Bean.
We reminisced about 90s fashion and crazy memories of primary school (‘the recorder bucket’… ewww…) … they introduced me to “it’s always sunny in Philadelphia”. We also watched the world’s strangest movie, and Joe trusted me to drive his car. All that probably means very little to you, however, so I’ll share with you the two memories that might interest you the most.
Unfortunately after a week of stellar weather it was bucketing down, and Megan kindly lent me some rainboots so I could slosh my way over to gorgeous Indian dinner at Ekta before the concert. The other sad thing about the rain is that… the three of us had lawn seats for the concert. So, after schlepping over the bridge into the State of New Jersey we were faced with a couple of hours in drizzle for the concert. Until… as seems to be the theme when I travel… we get free stuff. Like… free undercover seats! Score! A couple of blurry photos from the concert for your perusal:
http://thetowndish.com … He also had this killer photo booth at the restaurant festival, and this is one of my favourite photos from the trip!
The town of West Chester is a huge college town, and the streets have been taken over with food and beverage tents for the day. Joe jokes that there are more people at the festival than there are in Australia (there probably are) and I also love that the epicenter of the food festival is at the intersection of “Gay” and “High” streets, so essentially “you come in high and walk out gay”.
The day is spent strolling in the sun trying deep fried lobster mac and cheese, cheese steak wontons, cake pops, duck tacos and other delicious treats before chatting, eating and drinking the night away.
What’s so interesting about a day of eating and drinking in semi-rural Pennsylvania?
But for me, that one single day somehow became a symbol of all the other happy days in my trip. Days spent in Boston, NYC, Connecticut, Philadelphia and Charlottesville… with good people. People who value my company. People I love to be around.
When I had rough days in the week following this one, I pulled out my West Chester photo booth photo. And remembered that there are people out there who know and care about me, and whose opinions I should remember to keep in higher regard than those of one single person.
Sometimes we forget who we really are, and what we really stand for. What we’re really worth. I’m blessed to be surrounded by people, here and at home, who have no problem reminding me, and who I’m honored (and a little bit baffled) want to be around me.
Sorry for the sappy. But I guess this means I love you guys.
Your B. xx