The weekend before last my boyfriend and I had the pleasure of running away for a night after a quick, spontaneous conversation on Friday afternoon about checking out the Charlottesville farmers market in Virginia. We left early the next morning, taking our sweet time during the 2 1/2 hour drive, stopping for coffee at a cute cafe. When we arrived, we strolled the market just as it began to drizzle, but despite the gloomy weather it felt great to be sans agenda – with just my man and a weekend latte. As we browsed, we…