Mr. C and I just spent a really fun week vacationing in Lexington, Kentucky, in celebration of our 24th wedding anniversary. Bourbon (whiskey with an ‘e’) is what took us to the area. Lexington – if you are not aware – is known as the horse capital of the world, and Kentucky is where bourbon began.
Over the week, we took in-depth tours of three of the most famous distilleries in the country (Buffalo Trace, Maker’s Mark, and Woodford Reserve). We ate some delicious meals, drank (and purchased)
a little a lot of phenomenal bourbon, and put a WHOLE lot of miles on the convertible driving down some of the prettiest country roads in America.
I knew Kentucky was going to be pretty, but I think what took me most by surprise was the way that central Kentucky reminded me so much of Scotland! The beautiful, rolling green hills called to mind scenic drives we took through East Lothian and the Scottish Borders.
Long stretches of 19th century dry stone walls still frame many of the roads. The dry-stone technique was brought here by Irish and Scottish stonemasons.
Many of the oldest buildings we saw (though several centuries newer here in the U.S.) are reminiscent of architecture I have seen in Scotland from earlier centuries.
I particularly loved some of the oldest churches that we saw.
Lexington Cemetery was an incredible find. I could have spent hours strolling through the 170 acres of history. I’m not sure Mr. C would be quite so thrilled at that prospect.
Okay, so I’m not nuts, right? Scotland! My plaid heart was pretty happy.
Guys, thanks so much for letting me share a little of our trip with you. Lexington is a fun city with lots to offer, and many of the surrounding small towns are lovely examples of Americana. I’m pretty sure Mr. C and I will venture back there someday. I think you would love it too.
By the way, next week, I have a very special guest blogger lined up, so stay tuned!
Have a lovely weekend, everyone.