Almost one month ago, I set out for what some might call the trip of a lifetime: a car, some music, a lifelong best friend and a highway leading to the west. Our trip from Philadelphia to Denver would last about one week, and we were determined to take the scenic route to make the most of my move to Colorado.
We could have taken a more direct way & gone straight across the Midwest, but who wants to drive across Indiana or Iowa or Kansas in January? …or at all? (just kidding — I’m sure the miles and miles of corn and farms must be actually very beautiful/soothing in the warmer months!)
Our first major stop along the way was Music City USA, otherwise known as Nashville, Tennessee.
Neither Allison or I had ever been to Nashville, let alone the state of Tennessee, and we had high hopes for our brief time there. We were thinking cowboy boots and country music and flashy lights, and from what we could see, Nashville was not lacking in any of those departments. It rained for pretty much the entire 24 hours that we spent in Tennessee, but luckily we had an eclectic hotel to freshen up & cozy up in before going out on the town that night. Hotel Preston is in East Nashville near the airport — it only took us about 10 minutes to get downtown! — and from the second we stepped inside we knew it was not just another generic hotel chain. Quirky glass chandeliers in the lobby, red cowhide walls in the elevators, abstract paintings depicting legendary faces like Elvis & Dolly Parton hung in the hallways: we were definitely in Nashville now and Nashville was definitely a cool town. Before meeting up with my friend Megan that night for dinner & drinks, Allison and I headed down in the rain to the John Seigenthaler Pedestrian Bridge that crosses the Cumberland River. On our walk, we passed the Country Music Hall of Fame (I almost peed my pants) and a ton of people making their way to a huge monster truck event. How Nashville is that?
By the time we got to the bridge the rain was coming down pretty hard, so I snagged a quick pic of Allison looking cute under our (sole) umbrella (aka I was drenched), we soaked in the skyline for a second, and then we booked it for the main drag to find a restaurant to meet Megan. Since we had less than a day in the darling city, we knew sightseeing wasn’t going to be a huge priority — but seeing Megan was #1.
A little bit about this badass St. Louis chick: we met three years ago while studying abroad in London, and through the magic of Facebook/Instagram (isn’t social media great?), we’ve stayed in touch since we’ve returned from the UK. She’s a new Nashville resident, we used to successfully convince people in London/Edinburgh bars that we were twins, and she’s beepin’ hilarious. And this was the perfect opportunity to catch up for a few hours after 2.5 long years apart.
The next morning, Allison and I set out for Arkansas and Texas under (thankfully) clearer skies. Nashville, you’re a cutie pie. I know I missed a lot of the city, but that’s just an excuse to make my way back there someday… See y’all again in the future!
Would you like to visit Nashville?