Easter and the art of short trips

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When I lived in Europe, it was a truth universally acknowledged — at least among people my age — that Easter was the perfect opportunity to hop on a train and take some sort of mini-vacation. Of course, it helped that Good Friday’s a holiday, and Monday, too, which left one with a nice amount of time; I went to Prague one year, Italy the next.

I haven’t traveled on Easter since I came back to the States, but earlier in the week, when we looked at our calendars and weighed our options, my husband and I realized we had room in our schedules, so we’re heading for the hills: the Smoky Mountains.

Are you going anywhere this weekend?

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