Could summer have flown by any quicker?? Probably not.
But it couldn’t have possibly ended any better than with a last minute trip to Nashville, Tennessee.
Who woulda thought that a 3 day trip to visit friends and a solo 9 hour drive, each way, was exactly what my soul needed? Not me, that’s for sure. I actually hate long drives, even more so if I’m the one driving, extra especially if I’m alone. But this trip was different. I was alone but I was not lonely. I listened to Podcasts that I’ve been putting off for years, I stopped at a random Salvation Army in the middle of nowhere USA, and had milkshakes for lunch. It was just me and the open road.
Enough about the drive, let’s talk Nashville!
Most of you know that Nashville is basically my favorite dang place in the world. I visit about two times a year but this visit was different. There were no expectations. No plans, really. It was just a get away, plain and simple.
On Friday we hit EVERY vintage shop in East Nashville( Nashville Vintage Guide blog post coming soonnnn) and had the most delightful sushi lunch at Maru Sushi. After a full afternoon we popped into Pearl Diver, an absolutely adorable tiki bar that just opened and I swear they crawled into my brain when they designed this place. You already know I ordered a Pina Coloda and it was pretty A OK.
Saturday had to be the most embarrassingly stereotypical white person Saturday.
Like it was the kinda Saturday that Dave Chapelle has written sketches about. And it was WONDERFUL.
We started the morning with the MOST DELICIOUS 100 layer donuts (not cronut because of trademarks or whatever but basically a cronut) at Five Daughters Bakery . After spending about 10 minutes wiping vanilla creme off of my face and hands (worth it) we strolled through the Nashville Farmer’s Market for fresh produce and coffee. Then we headed down to the Nashville Flea Market for vintage records, stumbled into a neighborhood lunch spot and made our way back to the house for an afternoon swim. We finished the night with craft beers at Smith & Lentz and the spiciest Thai take out. What. A. Day.
We slept in on Sunday and meandered down to The Grilled Cheeserie (the grilled cheese was great, I’d marry their tiramisu milkshake) for lunch before heading over to The Belcourt Theatre to see the newish Mr Rogers film, “Won’t You Be My Neighbor”. I WEPT. It was lovely. We headed back for another swim, grabbed a beer at one of my favorite Nashville bars, The Crying Wolf, then grabbed groceries to cook the most delicious dinner together for my last night in town.
I hopped into my car the next morning and made a pit stop to meet a friend at a Cracker Barrel on the way outta town. And now I am back home with my bags unpacked revving up to start my fourth year of teaching. And I am so filled with gratitude.