Brevard, The Friendliest Place on Earth

Friday, we arrived in Brevard, North Carolina to our new campsite at Adventure Village Resort.  Our site is next to a little stream nestled in the mountains.  We came in without our camper since we stored it in South Carolina.  Dave and Camden headed an hour south to pick up our home, and the girls and I went into town to get lunch and explore.

The first thing we noticed about the town of Brevard was how extremely friendly the people are.  I stopped at the bank and was given a plethora of information not only from my teller, but also a nice gentleman standing in line.  I got pointers on where to eat and what to see.  No one was in a rush, and they talked  freely like I've known them all my life.  It was pleasant and refreshing.

After the bank, we drove downtown to find a place to have lunch.  Downtown Brevard consists of two streets; Main and Broad which run perpendicular to each other.  We had no problem finding parking on the street and there are no parking meters to be found!  You can actually park, not pay, and enjoy shopping in town without fearing for your life.  


We had lunch in a little deli and enjoyed true southern sweet tea.  The service was slow and relaxing and they even made note of it on their menus saying they were not a "fast food" restaurant.  We walked around the downtown area visiting the various stores.  It was like walking back in time.  They have a traditional soda shop that makes a rockin' black and white malt,  and an old-school toy store with an entire wall dedicated to legos.  Many of their stores are made up of individual vendors with awesome artistic gift items.  Grace liked the store called Gravy since it is the nickname her dad gave her.

After leaving the downtown area, we stopped at the Save-Mor grocery store to pick up some things.  Again, it was like walking back in time.  We got up to the check out and the kids got into their normal grocery shopping stance of unloading then bagging.  To our surprise, a friendly high-school boy took over bagging and started talking to us again, like he's known us all his life.  The high-school girl checking us out and the boy bagging starting sharing about their school rilvary, all with friendly banter.  The gentleman behind us in line also chimed in, sharing about Brevard's football team.  Once everything was bagged, the young man offered to help us out to the car.  I asked him about how he gets tipped and he informed us that they won't accept tips it's all part of the service.  No freakin' way!  The girls were practically cheering when we got to the car because they are always the ones who have to bag and load the groceries.  So far we are loving Brevard!