Having J in America has meant re-visiting a lot of places: Biltmore, parks, etc.
This weekend we finally went out to the Blue Ridge Parkway, specifically Craggy Gardens…
And Mount Mitchell
It was, I believe, J’s first “true” picnic. The tradition in Poland is equally pleasant, but a little more “adult.” It involves a bonfire, some sausage, and a lot of vodka.
The last part is optional, but once you say “yes” to an offered drink, turning down a subsequent shot is virtually impossible.
And that’s why the thought of posting “No Alcoholic Beverages!” signs was somewhat odd for J.