I spent three summers in the mountains of North Carolina, living and working in Asheville, the unofficial capital of the Blue Ridge Mountains. Surrounded by craggy peaks and thick forests, I quickly gained a passion for waterfalls, hiking and local fried foods. At the end of each summer, I set off with local friends and was lucky enough to explore other areas of the USA with them.
Recently, I have returned to the States to visit New England, basing myself in the quaint fishing town of Kennebunkport, Maine. I got to explore much of the surrounding area and enjoy the local lobster catch before driving to the White Mountains and Mount Washington before finishing up in the capital region and indulging my love of museums in Washington DC.
I'll never forget when…
I was lucky enough to be in New York in November for the Macys Thanksgiving Parade. I walked through Manhattan to the parade route following it up to Central Park where I found a good spot. I knew it was the largest parade in the world, but I still wasn’t quite prepared for its sheer scale and size. Seeing the enormous balloons float by with the music of marching bands was very exciting, but what I enjoyed most was how friendly everyone was, chatting away about the parade and what it meant to them. It made me feel like a local.