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Back from the coast

February 16, 2009

It took the better part of two hours on the road Friday afternoon for my thoughts to finally leave work and shift to the road and the weekend ahead of us.  Late in the afternoon, we arrived at the Rose Hill Inn bed and breakfast in Wilmington.

The home had been built in the late 1800’s and was of the size and scale that one would come to expect from a grand home of the period..   The proportions of the rooms with 10 and 12 foot ceilings,  extensive use of oak, massive pocket doors, and a central stairway communicated the regal nobility of a bygone era.    Descending the stairs, I imagined life 100 years ago, and what it would have been like to heat a home with wood and coal, to entertain with a piano, and to call for your horse or carriage to be brought around front as you prepared for travel.  Interestingly, while the doors were immense, the door knobs were all positioned in the lower 1/3 of the door, perhaps some eight inches lower than in modern construction where door knobs are set on 36″ center to the floor.   Are we on average eight inches taller than people in the 1800’s?

We wandered the downtown for hours and took in the vibe of city.   Feeling the breeze, seeing mix of old and new brick melded together in a patchwork spanning hundreds of years, I realized that I spend too much of my life riding between home and work in the isolation of my car, sheltered from the broader social interactions found working in sidewalk cafes or storefronts. 

After dining at the Union Cafe on a small two person balcony Saturday night, we moved on to check out the atmosphere in Pravda, a Russian themed bar illuminated in red lights, and decorated with Russian posters, Cyrillic text,  hammer and sickle prints, and shelves upon shelves of vodka.   I had several of the house pineapple and ginger infused Vodkas  – they had a satisfying bite to them, but I suffered no ill effects.

An afternoon excursion to the aquarium at Fort Fisher, followed by an obligatory trip to look at the ocean at wrightsville beach, and we retraced our route home.   The trip was a great way to reconnect with life – confirmation that life  continues on outside our virtual world, and is full of color and textures not to be missed.

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  1. Tim permalink
    February 16, 2009 9:29 pm

    Sounds like a nice time, and decent weather to boot.

    We make a trip like that periodically, convenient given our family in Wilmington. It’s a nice way to get away, but not too far away. I’m looking forward to a similar trip for us to Charleston, Thursday and Friday this week; some time to turn the rest of the world off and focus on the things that are really important.

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