Biltmore Estate
In August, thanks to the kindness of a BJU faculty member who gave us some tickets, Abby, the Funks, and I visited the Biltmore Estate in Asheville, North Carolina. We had a good time touring the estate, especially the gardens, and we got to see something of the Gilded Age in person. The only disappointment was the confusion on the staff’s face when we asked if we could meet Mr. Biltmore himself.
Posted 25 Sep. 2008 at 8:20 am | Permalink
As if we would go to someone’s house for any reason other than to have dinner with that person. Can you imagine the nerve of the staff to tell us there was no person named Biltmore and that the person we were thinking of was dead? If Mr. Biltmore didn’t want to eat dinner with us he could have come up with a better excuse than that.
Instead they took us all over the house and made some great fanfare about Mr. Biltmore having bathrooms. As if that’s so novel—my one bedroom apartment has a bathroom, too. I’m really not impressed.
:-) Lincoln, let’s travel next summer before grad school and turn your blog into an Innocent’s Abroad in America.
Posted 25 Sep. 2008 at 12:43 pm | Permalink
can I come for at least a leg of next summer?
Posted 25 Sep. 2008 at 12:50 pm | Permalink
Sure!