jenny mutton

Quick jaunt to Blackberry Mountain in the Smokies: fine wine, warm sun, Tennessee whiskey, moments of wonder. I learned so much, experienced true southern hospitality, and got called “ma’am” a million times in the softest of drawls. We begged them all to come visit us in Fogo so we can repay the favour - but I don’t know if we can compete with the Appalachian Mountains for beauty.