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.