Hi, everyone!
The Asheville area is the friendliest part of the world we've ever known (and we're "older" and very well traveled).
Okay... maybe we're high on Mountain Joy because we just bought a house here (in Weaverville) two days ago.
(Woohoo!) 
But isn't that a testament
itself to our appreciation of the good folks here? And weren't two of those good folks our very own buying and selling realtors! These competent professionals built a business relationship with us over these past ten months that truly overlapped with friendship!!
And I honestly think we'd be just as joy-crazy if we
weren't house-happy.
For comic relief from mind-numbing decisions about everything from carpet and cabinets to gutter colors and door knobs, we toured some of the area we hadn't ever seen--Hot Springs, Marshall, Mars Hill, Burnsville, Little Switzerland, and Blowing Rock (ran out of time for Boone--darn). We stopped
everywhere to ask questions, get gas and directions, find a bite to eat, and just
chat. And
everywhere we found lighthearted, friendly people who returned our happy smiles and shared their lives with us.
Examples...
Last Sunday we attended BELE CHERE for the first time and were amazed at how well organized, controlled, and delightful the entire festival was, especially for a town of more than 70K that closes all of its streets for three days and invites the whole world in free!
Kudos to those in charge in Asheville!!! We felt like "one of the family" there and came away with contact information for a couple of vendors we will want to do business with next year.
We will not soon forget the many hundreds of faces at BURNSVILLE'S (also free) annual folk crafts festival this weekend. That totally charming town was literally draped from side to side and end to end with tent booths and tarps. We've never seen so many beautiful hand-made things in one place, with
not one "pushy" booth vendor. (We're sorry we can't say that about some of the vendors in San Diego.) Okay--it was the man's
job to be extremely helpful at the Visitor's Center (though he may have been a volunteer, actually)--but what about the gal with the intelligent little parti-colored toy poodle who told us all about the breed and wrote down the website where you can buy these "parti poodles" and even get them trained in advance to do the tricks of your choice... or the cheerful fellow scooping up homemade ice cream so fast it made us laugh to think we ever had elbow tendons young enough to do that.
We enjoyed the young fellows hanging out on the street in LITTLE SWITZERLAND who didn't mind our asking, with some embarrassment, whether this was "all of Little Switzerland" (about five buildings shoulder to shoulder). "We're sorry--we just don't want to miss the town--are we there?" we asked gently. "YE-AH," they said with a shared laugh, "Y'all are there!"
The only "rude" person we have run into these past two weeks was a convenience store check-out clerk in Blowing Rock who was trying to recommend a restaurant to us while fencing with customers wanting to buy cold drinks on a hot day. It's true--that clerk ended up "blowing us off"--but wasn't that understandable? Why would we take offense when clearly none was intended??
These past two weeks, from downtown Asheville to Grandfather Mountain and beyond, we've found nothing but helpful, friendly people even in the crush of the tourist season. Even in a town as small as Asheville, you're going to find some sadder sorts, but why would you focus on them? Why instead wouldn't you embrace and celebrate the fact that Asheville keeps
most of the sadder sorts
off the streets (for everyone's benefit) through local church and civic programs?
Kudos, again, to Asheville! Those who remain on the streets usually choose to do so, we have learned, and we hope they will find it in their hearts to tolerate
us. We're "different," too. Besides, we "talk funny."
We are already finding friends here. My hammered dulcimer-maker and his wife have lived for many years in Black Mountain, and we have maintained an acquaintance for the past ten years. Now that Bill and I are definitely going to be moving here in about six months, the four of us have had a wonderful time this week celebrating. We were impressed that they could find an opening in their extremely full lives for one more set of friends.
At the Asheville Folk Festival (I think it's called) in the downtown Diana Wortham Theatre last Thursday, we struck up a conversation with a couple standing in line with us. Turns out they bought a house in Weaverville just a year ago, so we're going to be neighbors--imagine that. We sat together for a heart-warming (four-hour!) stage presentation, and by the time it was over we had exchanged contact information and vowed to stay in touch. We can't wait to get to know them better.
We also hope to stay in touch with at least a few people from
this board who are moving to the Asheville area soon. Some of us, it seems, are kindred spirits!
So we already have the pleasure of budding friendships here before we have even moved! And we are not rich, famous, powerful, beautiful, or incredibly talented people. Note that in San Diego, where we have lived in the same house for 37 years, we currently have only
eight friends. 
Over the years, a few other treasured friends have moved away or moved on, but we have always felt a persistent, deep, and irreconcilable sense of personal alienation--a hunger of the spirit--as we lived "happy on the surface."
So we grew more and more eager to retire and move to a warmer social climate nearer family and friends in Pennsylvania (who are also wonderful people who happen to live in weather conditions we can't tolerate).
For us, the Asheville area is now home! We can't even imagine feeling unwelcome here.

Jan (and Bill)