Nearing Nashville ...

    Tennessee sets the atmosphere pretty well. With a hovering fog that follows the road side closely as if guiding us along our Nashville bound route. That is right my lovelies, we are headed to Nashville. The interstate is long and black as it rolls slowly between our tree-lined, moon lit course. Now to catch you up to speed on how we got my jeep's tires rolling this western direction. 

     We safely arrived in D.C. late the other night to arrive at my dear friend Dave's apartment. As we crashed on his floor we were too exhausted to make plans for the up-coming day of American exploration. And I have decided to write a little poem for you so you may better comprehend the adventure we had inside the District of Columbia...

         Awoke with a droggy and drowsy way in our step

         Stopping at the DuPont circle, in search of some coffee and pep

         It failed us as we sluggishly and sloggishly drug ourselves down town

         You would think the White House would change our frown

         But not-knowing what we were searching for in miles

         And not knowing how to search DC style

        We got weaker and weaker with the tourist dance

        And said "screw that prance"

        So we scattered around the capitol and did as we pleased

        When a smile then breezed and brought in some ease

        So we traveled to the Arlington graves

        Staring and stalking at the beauty of the slaves of our brave

        After chatting with old Abe we continued on our way

        That was our DC day

        Confusing bus rides, pestering parking places, misplaced maps and continual collapse

        Plus three hidden notes from a love of mine, which made for the perfect treasure hunt

        So a little more blunt... we were

        A little more patriotic at the end of the day

       A little more wiped of the tourist way

       A little smile for even though is was waring and taring and tiring

       It was indeed admiring, aspiring, inspiring and most of all... perspiring 

   After that fun little dance with US politics and history we skipped south to the land of lovers. In Virginia we rested. We slept on the floor of Kathleen (a highschool bestie) and her husband's home. We crashed hard and spent today doing things that would rest us up for the last leg of our trip (which indeed calls for one to be rested up). So today in the tree-filled land of hills and lovers I ran and went to a farmer's market and got lost and had chai at a sweet little celtic coffee shop, while Lacey joined in on some and Candice slept and stayed sprawled on the cool carpet. 

   So, now back to the beginning of this boring blog (boring due to the fact that it is 2:00am and the last couple days have seemed longer than 24 hours). We are Tennessee bound. Let me just put it to you this way, inside the black letters of the upcoming blogs you will not find bore but hopefully come to adore. Because ladies and gents we are indeed headed on a new venture chapter. Because we are nearing Nashville and I never knew how anxious I would be to be back in the south. 

     We are headed to not just sleeping on a fellow's floor, but headed to a ritzy hotel to sleep on the plush beds, because of a stranger who has a heart of gold and is willing to take care of college students on a budget. Because we are not headed to dancing but to honky-tonk boot-scootin boogies for our booties. Because we are not just headed to another city we are headed to Nashville, Tennessee.