After a very filling iHop lunch, we rolled into our next state, Tennessee, which was our 36th. It’s famed for its country music, Elvis and of course, Dolly Parton.
We were staying at the Thifty Inn, in Nashville. It was a bit of a dive with the poorest breakfast we’d ever seen, but it had a bed. Oh, and it was right under a flight path which was great.
You couldn’t go to Nashville without going to the Country Hall of Fame and Museum. So, we left our hotel room and dosey doe’d it into town for a visit.
It was a massive building spanning 3 floors, each filled with music memorabilia. I’m not going to lie. I had no idea who 99% of the people were in there, however they did have Elvis’ Cadillac, which was gold plated. But the snap of the day was of the computer that Taylor Swift edited her music videos on. Having seen that, I feel that my life was now complete.
At night, Nashville changed. For the better. On Broadway, the neon lights were on, the bars were open, the live bands were playing and the beer was flowing. It was manic but in a good way. EVERY bar had a live band playing with all the doors and windows open. The street was buzzing.
With the music still ringing in our ears, we headed back to the hotel to try and survive the night in what seemed to be the ghetto.