Well, we’ve made it to the south. Maybe not the true south, but I’ve been referred to as “honey” more times in the past 3 days than I have in the past 24 years of family get-togethers. It took us 7 hrs driving and a night in a hotel to make it through Kentucky, only thanks to the winter storm of the century and the inept funding for the state’s plowing services. But on Monday morning we finally made it to Nashville, TN. That night walking down Broadway was amazing, every other door had live music and the city came alive. The streets made me feel like a star; like I was meant to be there at that moment. Even though it was raining the neon lights shaded the moon.
Like every metropolis, Nashville appeared different in the daylight. Not boring or bad, just different. It was still raining, yet we still ventured over to Centennial Park and pranced around the only full-scale replica of the Greek Parthenon like we were the Gods. Thank you Athena for inflating my ego for an afternoon.