As my brief hiatus from Eastern Europe draws to a close, I decided to make good on a long-time promise to pay a visit to my brother and friend in Atlanta.
I headed south thinking I knew two things about myself. One – I am not a cat person. Two – I was probably not going to love such a big, sprawling, southern city. Atlanta proved me wrong on both counts.
Jon’s roommate’s spunky cat, Zenon, warmed me up to the idea of making feline friends with her spastic antics and cuddly disposition. Then Piper, a cat who lives along Atlanta’s pedestrian path, the BeltLine, who has her own mailbox and more followers on twitter than I do, confirmed to me that cats are actually pretty cool.
As for the city itself, between tasting handmade truffles at a “Cacao Laboratoire” in Inman Park, belting out karaoke at a trucker bar outside the city limits, watching the sunset over the skyline and accidently seeing a dolphin musical at the aquarium, I would say I got a pretty well-rounded sampling of what Atlanta has to offer. And truthfully, I think it has a lot. I could ramble on and on about how enjoyable the experience was, and about how I started to picture myself going for morning jogs on the BeltLine and finding a refurbished cotton dock loft of my own, but I think these pictures are pretty neat, so I’ll let them do the talking.