If I could jet away in an instant I would go to Scottland. I have never been but I have wanted to go ever since I read my first historical romance novel set in the Scottish Highlands. There is something about the beauty and history that it feels so familar. Maybe I was a highlands lass in a previous life.
The Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina were settled by Scottish imigrants because the mountains reminded them of their beloved highlands. I fell in love with the mountains around Boone while attending college at ASU. I felt like I had come home.