I got home to LA last night from what a surprisingly stupendous five days in Bashville. Uh...that was a weirdly fitting typo. I mean Nashville, but yes, it was a bash. I knew it would be really great to be reunited with Ann and Candice, two of my friends from the Kenya GP this past summer, and for Myron to see Dylan and Jenny, two of his friends from the Kenya GP two summers ago, but I was taken aback by how much I was actually quite taken by Nashville. I've never been anywhere South-y, and I like to keep close to the coasts of our great nation, but Nashville has its fair share of cute cafes, quaint shops, and interesting sights (including, but certainly not limited to--men resplendent in overalls and cowboy boots).
The pictures here are from one day spent at Centennial Park in Nashville, right off campus from Vanderbilt (I stayed with Ann in her dorm). There's a full-scale replica of the Parthenon there--sort of odd, really, to have a piece of Greek history and architecture transplanted/reconstructed in...Nashville, Tennessee, residence of the country music industry. Anachronistic randomness but I liked it nonetheless. There were a pair of girls with cellos there, which was the best (they even played Adele), it was actually warm, and...it was just good. We were just a bunch of California/Tennessee/Virginia people who had met in Kenya and were sitting in Tennessee, enjoying classical European music and Greek architecture. Funny how God orchestrates some things.
In other (somewhat banal) news, I biked to my dentist's appointment today. I was wearing an XXL old shirt that may or may not have once belonged to Myron and random long shorts I unearthed from my closet from my high school years. I felt like a boy.
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