Nashville

After a leisurely morning which included crepes, honeyed Greek yogurt and strawberries, and then watching Jon's video from their Belize expedition, we went into Nashville. First order of business was lunch at House of Kabob, which we'd been to before. Kubideh, felafel, hummus, and doogh. Kabob kubideh is minced beef and onion with spices, and was excellent; doogh is milk-consistency yogurt with mint, and would be more to my taste if it had a bit of sugar, and less mint.

After that we went to the Frist Museum for an exhibit of animation, showing clips from early kinetiscope shows Sailor Moon and CGI parts of Hulk.  There was also a gallery of photos from Marty Stuart, about half being country music stars an fans, and the rest from the Lakota reservation.

Driving to Nashville

Today we drove from the Farm to Nashville--according to Google Maps, 432 miles, up Route 100 to I-81 and I-40. The road didn't seem as crowded with tractor trailers as I-81 north of Roanoke, and the terrain was bland enough that it went by pretty quickly, without being so boring as to induce sleep (as compared to the stretch between Richmond and Charlottesville).
I wore my Vols Orange shirt so the natives wouldn't suspect me of being an outsider.

Nashville day two

Blueberry pancakes for breakfast, Hooters mushroom swiss burger for lunch--I'm not losing any weight on this trip. Must get Jon's pancake recipe. Between breakfast and lunch, we walked around a rocky area for an hour, finding stones with fossilized shells, and talking. In the afternoon was a birthday party for Miles, with nephews and niece and miscellaneous other kids running around. Once things quieted down, Jon and I watched The Bourne Identity, and that finished the day.

Nashville day one

Flew from Norfolk to Charlotte and managed to catch the Charlotte to Nashville flight, although I was the last person to board except the standbys. Jon took me to a Kurdish place for lunch, House of Kabob on Thompson Lane--highly recommended. I ate twice as much as I should, enjoyed every bite, and made sure we got a box for the remainder. (I did not actually make any threats to my sister in law when she expressed interest in the box; I merely pointed out that touching it would not be in her best interests). Then we toured Fort Negley, and stopped on the way home to get ingredients for the chicken cordon bleu which Jon is making right now.