Nothing and I mean NOTHING is like a girls weekend away. Near or far, couch or poolside. Ladies, I think we can all agree? It just doesn’t matter where we are.
I took a train two hours northwest-ish of the city to good ol’Birmingham for a little hotel stay-cation, dinner, dancing and of course what’s a weekend away without brunch!
The train ride in was a little percarious. Each time the train entered and exited a tunnel the weather seemed to change from sun, to sprinkles, drizzles to downpours.