A few years ago I was scanning an article about the renovations at Fallingwater, and I mentioned to Andrew that I'd never been, though I'd always intended on visiting.
It turns out his memory is better than mine, and last weekend he was all, "Surprise."
(I love him.)
Actually, it was more like, surprise we have a four hour flight delay which means we have to fly into Baltimore instead of Pittsburgh and drive two hours at one o'clock in the morning and also the airline lost our luggage.
But after that it was all look pretty mountains. Surprise!!!
The experience at Fallingwater was infinitely better than I'd imagined. I learned a few new things about the building, but it was the surroundings that really blew me away, and I wasn't prepared for how absolutely breathtaking they were. The day was gloomy, and it drizzled and rained off and on, but somehow I think that it made everything feel more alive and glowing and beautiful. And peaceful.
Plus, Andrew wasn't arrested for sneaking a conference call in during the tour and I managed not to throw up.
So it was good.
We stayed in a bed and breakfast that's over one hundred years old and has hosted all sorts of iconic guests including Benjamin Franklin and Henry Ford. (Check out that old rate sign.)
Our room overlooked the valley and the pool. It was amaze.
The drive back to Baltimore had all kinds of insane mountain views, and with the leaves just beginning to change to shades of autumn, it was gorgeous. (Why did you Pennsylvania folks never mention this awesomeness to me?)
We stopped into tiny antique shops and I found a French table from the 1800s that would look perfect in one of the houses we're still negotiating on. No matter that it's two thousand pounds. I have some pictures of it that I'll have to figure out how to get off of Andrew's phone. Darn newfangled technology.
When we got back to the city, we spent our last night in the Inner Harbor and ate tapas and gelato and I got my palm read.
With only my first name and my fingerprints offered up, I discovered that I work from home and am fiscally secure, I'm starting to feel romantically settled, will have some kind of financial windfall within the next twelve months, I'm going to live an unusally long life, and I'll help the man who lives with me with his business. But there is one concern, and that's a baby. (There was no way she could have known, and when she brought it up I was THIS CLOSE to wetting my pants.)
But I shouldn't worry, she told me. Everything will be just fine.