Greensboro, AL

Visited February 13 – 16, 2017 

When we left Florida in February, we headed west to Texas, keeping south to stay in warmer climates as long as possible and to visit a bunch of friends, before turning north toward Alaska.  We veered a little north into Alabama to driveway surf at our friends’ property in Greensboro.  Mel and Rollanda’s 27 acres have been in Mel’s family for generations and other family members still live dotted all around them.

It’s historic Southern small town living, in the rural and rolling countryside about 30 miles south of Tuscaloosa.  You may have heard of the university there, the University of Alabama. 😉  Mel is an alum and when people say that they bleed their school colors, they learned that from Mel!  He is all Crimson Tide, all the time!  Like most loyal fans, they have a designated room for all their decorative UA stuff, which of course spills out into the rest of the house, yard and vehicles. 🙂  Fortunately for us, they spent years in Tallahassee and are also Seminole parents, so they love the Noles, too, except when we play the Tide. 🙂

They took us on a great walking tour of the stadium side of campus.  The continuing legacy inside that stadium, and out, is impressive to say the least.  We needed to walk after our fantastic lunch at one of their favorite spots, Glory Bound Gyro Company.  They say it’s a Southern twist on Greek favorites; isn’t that a perfect combination?  You must try a hummus trio, but you will have a hard time deciding which three to choose.  They come with fresh, warm pita wedges–oh, my, goodness!  The rest of the menu is equally amazing, and so fresh, including a great selection of local brews!

Our few-day visit was delightful; we had so much catching up to do and they are super hosts!  We got to enjoy a sweet family supper at their church, the historic Greensboro First PCA.  It was a bonus for us because Mel brought his famous chili, which we had enjoyed for years in Tallahassee and had been missing since they moved!  The next morning when it was time to say our goodbyes, they came to our door with warm cinnamon rolls in hand—now that’s Southern hospitality!

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