Saturday, August 10: When I leave Old Luckett’s Store, I head down the road and make a stop at Heider’s Country Store & Farm Market, where I buy some nice plump peaches, some fat juicy tomatoes, some fresh bi-color corn on the cob, and, since those apple pies look so good, I buy one of those too.
I love the way the sky looks today.
I decide to make a stop at one of the wineries along the way, so I drive down Limestone School Road to Fabbioli Cellars. People are sitting outside at tables drinking wine in happy camaraderie. I wander into the building and a lady, picture blonde California chic, accosts me and in a fake-friendly manner asks if she can help me. I say, no thanks, I just came in to check out the winery. She says, “Well, we have a tasting of 6 wines and 6 bites for $15. Miss so-and-so here can help you when you’re ready.”
I’m thinking that I just ate that sautéed kale sandwich at Luckett’s and I’m not really hungry so I don’t think I want to pay $15 since it includes 6 bites. I don’t want any bites, I just want a few sips of wine. So I say, I think I’ll just wander around and look at what you’ve got.
As I’m looking at the wine bottles, the cheapest of which is a raspberry Merlot for $22, a little steep for my wallet, the Cali-chic lady comes over to me and in an overenthusiastic voice says, “I just LOVE solitary travelers!”
Traveler? Am I a traveler? After all, I’ve probably been a Virginian longer than she’s been alive and I don’t think you’d call me, on this little day outing, a “traveler.” And anyway, why should she point out so loudly and obnoxiously that I’m solitary? Why single me out as someone who’s alone? I don’t get it. I’m immediately taken aback and say, “I travel alone a lot. I just spent a month in Spain and Portugal traveling by myself.” Now that’s “traveling,” not this little day outing to Leesburg, Virginia, only about 40 miles from my house.
Now I’m quite proud of myself that I’m able to travel alone, and I don’t find it weird at all because I’ve done it so much. Actually, I often prefer traveling alone. But so many people in the world feel sorry for a person traveling alone. They assume a solitary traveler has no friends or family or anyone at all in their lives. Or maybe they know there is no way they themselves could ever travel alone and maybe they’re just a little threatened by someone who’s independent enough to do it. Who knows what it is, but believe me, I get plenty of weird reactions when I’m in my “solitary traveling” mode.
A bit of reverse culture shock?
With that, I decide I’ve had enough of this place. I head outside, where I’d rather be anyway, and take some pictures of the sky and the wispy clouds and the fields of grapevines.
I drive back down Limestone School Road and pull off at Temple Hall Farm Regional Park, where I take some pictures of the sky again with the cornfields in the foreground, because I don’t want to miss the 4:50 showing of The Way Way Back at Cinema Arts Theatre in Fairfax.
So I head back down Limestone School Road and back down Route 15 and the Dulles Greenway and then all the way to Fairfax just in time for the quirky independent movie from the same studio who made Little Miss Sunshine and Juno. Oh it’s so nice to be back in the U.S. where I can see good movies again. 🙂