We met at one of our favorite live outdoor music venues, the Salvage Station, in Asheville, North Carolina.
Two music lovers serendipitously hanging out with our oldest friends for a night of music and dancing at the Salvage Station. We found ourselves enjoying the golden hour along the river after a midsummer thunderstorm.
Kendra stood in rain boots and a little sundress alongside her friend Katherine Erlichman of 20 years, while David strolled by with his man bun and pale yellow T-shirt with his friend Scott Mirkin of 30+ years. The stars aligned for a magnetic moment of eye contact, prompting David to do a 360 degree spin. Holding up his beer, he introduced himself with the classic line, “Cheers!”
To which Kendra replied, “Cheers! But I don’t have a beer!”
At this point, most men might have offered to procure the lady a drink, but David simply laughed and said, “I’ll see you out on the dance floor.”
Sure enough, we ended up dancing next to each other as the sun set and the stars twinkled to the sound of one of our favorite bands, Toubab Krewe. As the music wound down, David walked up and said, “We’ve got to hang out sometime outside of this!” With his phone aglow, ready to take Kendra’s number. The rest is history.
August 13th, 2021 at our local hipster Japanese sake/sushi joint called Heiwa Shoduko.
High up in the Himalayas, we were on a three day trek when we walked into the outskirts of a tiny mountain village. The hostess of a centuries old tea house greeted us and shared that the village had no electricity, pointing to a group of seven or eight men standing around a power pole, scratching their heads.
Knowing that we had been hiking all day, she proceeded to cook an incredible dinner entirely from scratch and all from her garden over a wood fire oven built into the back corner of her traditional Nepalese kitchen. She served us bottomless fresh garlic soup (known for its ability to fight altitude sickness), handmade pastries filled with a savory mysterious and deliciousness, perfectly pan fried potatoes, and herbal tea.
We ate by candlelight, the only view from the window was the majestic Himalayas, illuminated by the soft glow of the moon.
Kendra woke me up at 8 a.m. and told me that if we left the house within an hour, we could fly first class to Barcelona later that night. I rolled over, stared at the ceiling, and contemplated the future for about 30 seconds. I knew that if I said yes, there wouldn’t be time to think until we were on the plane. I looked at Kendra, and said, “LET’S GOOO!”
Five days later, we kept the spontaneity going and flew from Barcelona to Morocco for the adventure of a lifetime.