Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell

Posted by on April 2, 2012

OK, I’ll explain how Don came to be surrounded by a bevy of belly dancers with 2 on his lap.

Seven Hours Earlier :  9 a.m. Henderson, NC

(On the Streets of Henderson)

We attempt to have a “continental breakfast” at our hotel. There are exactly 3 pieces of white bread, 1 previously frozen bagel, some Fruit Loops, warm OJ and even warmer milk. The coffee pot is empty. We are not exactly sure on which continent this would be considered a breakfast but suspect possibly Sub-Saharan Africa. We briefly considered warming the bagel by dunking it in the OJ but reconsidered. Fortunately, I travel with Starbucks Vias, Mini-Moos & a bunch of bananas so we did our own breakfast thing. We call our son, Steve, who lives in Raleigh NC and tell him we’ll be there in about an hour.

(left to right: Zack, Mike, Danny)

Six Hours Earlier:  10 a.m. Raleigh, NC
We stop by for some face time with the family. We don’t get to see them as often as we would like to so we plan to return and spend Saturday night there so we can spend Easter morning with them. After an all too brief visit, we plug on for today’s destination: Fayettville, NC

Three Hours Earlier: 1 p.m. Fayettville NC
We arrive starving at ZORBA’S GYRO, 36 years in the same location and an obviously bustling establishment. Full of locals in various stages of breakfast or lunch, this place fits my criteria for a good eats site. Kitchy and with a huge breakfast (served all day) & separate lunch menu promising awesome gyro-ness, we can’t resist.

We order the “gyro platter” with a “spanikopita” app. We are not disappointed.
I judge my Greek eats establishments by the “tzatziki” and this was delish. (OK, my maiden name was Provataris what did you expect?) So, Zorba’s moved from the Goddamn Greeks to the Greek Gods after we finished our ample midday meal.
Two hours earlier: 2p.m. http://www.asomf.org/ Airborne & Special Operations Museum, Ft. Bragg, NC
We consult our travel guide and see that we are super close to this really cool museum.

Now, I have probably been to more than my share of military history related exhibits. My husband’s passion is American history and his passion’s passion is American military history. I have been to more battlefields than General Lee. Today’s trade off was I go to the Airborne Museum & then we go to the Cape Fear Botanical Gardens. We spent a significant portion of our time in this place. I have to say, I was fascinated by the Viet Nam War section. It focused on several early Special Ops guys and their subsequent capture and imprisonment by the Viet Cong. I also spent time in the D-Day landing section with the Airborne. There were many exhibits that encompassed from the very first Airborne divisions all the way to the present conflict in Afghanistan and how Spec Ops are involved. There are cool life size helicopters and planes suspended from the ceiling with paratroopers hanging from them.

By the time we finished up there, it was too late to go to the Botanical Gardens. However, there was a park across from the museum dedicated to North Carolina’s veterans. It had warmed up significantly and the sun was shining through some clouds so we decided to check it out.

Thirty minutes earlier: 3:30 p.m. Veteran’s Park Fayetteville, NC

There were numerous water features with sculptural and architectural accents that represented the various military services and that memorialized the fallen.

While exploring this park we stumble across a photo shoot in progress:
Fifteen minutes earlier: 3:45 p.m. Veteran’s Park Fayetteville, NC
The dance troupe: Shadows of The Fire are in the middle of a publicity shoot and all the old vets who run the visitor’s center are out ogling them. We continue with our exploration of the park’s offerings and about the same time as the shoot is wrapping up we are heading for the parking lot. Since it’s not every day that you encounter a band of belly dancers, my mind is working overtime to try and figure out how I can score another embarrassing photo of Don. So, we approach one of the ladies and I explain that we’re writing this travel blog and I think it would be awesome to post a photo of my long suffering spouse surrounded by “The Shadows”. To my surprise, they are totally down with it and agree to be part of my shenanigans and so . . .

I violate Road Trip Rule #2 : No explanations.
(Many thanks to The Shadows of The Fire Dance Troupe – you ladies Rock, or is it roll?)http://www.shadowsofthefire.com/

Trip Log: Henderson NC to Lugoff SC 270 miles

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