Nashville, despite the brief time we had, treated us so well.
Your Broad,
Dacy
The drive from Atlanta to Nashville was uneventful, if not a relief. Our previous day in Atlanta had been stressful and unfortunate. It was nice to go to bed that night and just hit reset. By the time we made it to Nashville, the sun was starting to dip down. Ellen had reserved a camping/glamping site on a private plot of land. And I gotta say, as the sun crept closer into the horizon and we drove away from civilization, I started to worry- I didn't tell anyone about this camp site, no one knows where I am, Ellen and I have literally no weapons on us or knowledge of how to take care of ourselves in the wilderness. I could tell Ellen could tell I was starting to freak out. The directions took us farther and farther away from civilization, the darkness stretched deeper and deeper before us, the moon loomed above us in mock knowingness. By the time we reached the dirt road leading to the AirBnB, I was on edge, repeating 'this isn't right, I don't know about this, this isn't right'. It wasn't my most graceful or gracious moment and Ellen handled me well. The owner of the glamping site turned out to be a really nice guy and even though I was still wary of the situation, I started to settle down. It turned out to be such a lovely magical spot. We settled in and then wound our way back down to civilization to eat the best BBQ. You step out of the car and the smell of sweet sweet meat and sauce just surrounds you in an envelope of goodness. Take me back to that! We didn't even have one full day in Nashville which was a true shame. We happened to go on the weekend of the Country Music Awards, so the streets were jammed with drunk cowboy hat and boot-laden men and women. It was sort of a shame because it was so crowded, but also really interesting to witness. Country music is not my jam, so it was sort of amazing being in the thick of a North American culture of which I know nothing. The best part of this leg of our trip was the quiet night we had sitting in front of our glamping tent. No lights, no music. We didn't expect it, but a glint here, a flash there and then all around us: fireflies. It was beautiful, unexpected, and magical. I won't soon forget the way fireflies appear and disappear in bright flashes of electricity. Twinkling stars whose light doesn't have to travel light years to reach us. No pictures because there was just no way for us to capture the beauty.
Nashville, despite the brief time we had, treated us so well. Your Broad, Dacy
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