Kajsa here for the Sunday post. I’ve been in the Green Mountain State for the past week visiting family and friends and loving every moment of it. The other constant beside Volvo grocery-getters and Subaru Outbacks with ski racks is a community of people who love their state. And what’s not to love? In one day we split our time between Ben & Jerry’s ice cream factory, Cabot cheese, Cold Hollow Cider Mill, and Magic Hat Brewing company. Sure that’s all touristy, but where else can you walk through a cemetery for retired ice cream flavors? When I haven’t been feeding on the local delicacies, I’ve been skiing and warming up with Green Mountain Coffee – a staple in every gas station and almost every local coffee shop. Every trip that I take I try to do as the locals do – otherwise, what’s the point of going in the first place? Traveling internationally is one thing, but the mantra in my family applies to domestic travel as well. In a time when you can find the same restaurants in California as you find in Maine, I always try to shop local. I hope that when you travel you open yourself up to new things and live like the locals do; after all, “When in Rome…”

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