a slow day in Tennessee

We drove to Nashville this morning. The highlight of Nashville was the breakfast place, which apparently has been around for decades and was packed. They basically served the same stuff we'd have in the Northeast, except everything came with biscuits. Biscuits are very yummy down here.

Besides that, Nashville was rather boring. Mike says I'm supposed to say it wasn't "our scene", but the truth is that we just didn't like it. There's nowhere cool to hang out. The only walkable street was the Times Square of Nashville, which is a row of touristy country music joints and not a Tennessean in sight. But we stayed till dinner and ate fried chicken.

The big surprise was south of Nashville, on our way to Alabama. The landscape gets suddenly hilly and really beautiful. There were lots of cows and horses, including lots of babies. We had written off Tennessee as inferior to Kentucky, but it redeemed itself at the last minute.

We crossed into Alabama and immediately found a motel. It's late and I didn't sleep long last night.

With love from Huntsville,

Sarah