Welcome to Hipsterville, AKA Ashville, North Carolina. We'll be back with more details after this quick interruption about the beginning of Sarah's day.

Woke up. Jumped outta bed. Dragged a comb across my head (doo doo doo doo!). Took a shower and sat in my room till noon or so. Had some pulled pork and beans. Yeah I think I'm done parodying the song… So after lunch Uncle Pat took me to Sliding Rock, which is this huge rock with about two to three inches of water pouring over it, and you just slide down it on your butt into a deep pool at the bottom. The first time I went down I had a hard time breathing when I came back up, but that's cause I didn't hold my nose. The second, and last time I went I was fine. After my second time Uncle Pat went. Right as he got to the top it started thundering, and they told everyone in line they had to get on the deck, but since Uncle Pat was at the top, he and the couple in front of him got to go down really fast. He asked me to take a picture before he got in line, but his battery died right before he went down the rock. Haha. When he got out we decided to leave and drove along the mountainside to Ashville. Along the highway, there were lots of low hanging clouds. Ever since I was little, I have always been determined that clouds tasted like cotton candy. Today the clouds were actually low hanging enough in the mountains that I got to eat some. And they tasted like damp air. I was very disappointed. After my extreme disappointment, we took off for Ashville. On our way, Uncle Pat pointed out that from one of the mountainside rest stops/scenic overviews, you could see the Vanderbilt house, which was at one point the largest house in the US. It was built in the 1900's by Vanderbilt, and contained about 250 rooms. He was from Germany and invited many relatives and friends. The house apparently had one bathroom per room, and included a bowling alley and cathedral. We unfortunately didn't spot it.

Now, we bring you back to your show on Hipsterville: When we got to Ashville we parked the car so we could walk around. We passed by a tapas bar and right next to it, a soon-to-be-open frozen yogurt place, and right then and there I automatically knew I was gonna love this town. We walked around, and there were people selling "organic" Ashville shirts, cars driving by with smart-ass quotes, and hipster hobos. Yes, that's correct; hipster hobos. There was a group of kids, from ages 21-30 maybe, wearing hipster clothes and playing odd instruments, such as ukuleles and the spoons. The girl that I saw on the ukulele was wearing a teal polka dot dress and has short hair, and the guy on the spoons was wearing unlaced doc martin/army boots, skinny jeans, a tucked in shirt with suspenders and he even had a mustache. Others were similarly dressed, and one guy even looked like Win Butler. Even the clothes they sold in the area were indie. They had a lot of long, flowy skirts and dresses, and just shirts that look good from a afar but weird up close. The food was also very indie. Lots of tapas bars and cafes. One place in particular that we stopped at…. fades into memory… We went into a little place called 'Twisted Crepe.' In the San Antonio area, it's nearly impossible to find a crepe. The closest you'll get is probably a deformed tortilla. The only way I can get them is if we visit my Uncle Jean Pierre, and he decides to make crepes for breakfast. So we stop in, and the place is awesome. There's this cool mobile thing hanging from the ceiling, and it was just a chill place. I ordered a nutella and peanut butter crepe, and Uncle Pat ordered a strawberry, nutella, and white chocolate crepe. Let me just say, the moment they brought that crepe to the table, I was in bliss. The only thing missing from the crepe was a little sign that said "Welcome to Happiness." It was FANTASTIC. I absolutely loved it. The crepe itself was doughy and perfectly cooked, and the peanut butter and nutella went together better then peanut butter and jelly. Nom <3 Hopefully we can go back tomorrow. Uncle Pat said we could!

After fantastic crepe happiness, we decided to leave. We popped into a little hippie store and I didn't like the dresses that much so we left. And now I can wait to go back tomorrow!

Things I learned today: A) Clouds don't taste like cotton candy (sad pandas!), B) At some point or another, the largest house in the US was (and perhaps still is) in North Carolina, built around the 1900's by Vanderbilt, and C) there's a large hipster scene in Ashville.