A whirlwind trip to Nashville, Tennessee, was just the greatest way to spend the weekend. Five great friends and I loaded up the van, with sugary treats and one suitcase each, and headed north on I-75.
The weekend was marked with comments about the dogwood trees, but now we know they are branford pear trees, three days of drizzling misty rain, daffodils captured our attention too, and countless hours of talking. I think in the four days together there was a lull in conversation for all of 3.5 seconds. It was great.
Did I mention the trees? Oh, we were mesmerized. By the end of the weekend though, I could have scratched my eyes out of my head due to the pollen or maybe it was just my makeup.
We were able to meet up with a wonderful old friend and that was one of the weekend's highlights. Jenny Bruce was a ray of sunshine in a gloomy gray weathered weekend. She fit right in and welcomed us to her home and city. She took us to all the hot spots....music row, krispy kreme ( and the hot-light was on), Parthenon, the beltway, a local Mexican restaurant that served the best taco salad I have EVER had. The salsas were magnifico! We hit some chain stores for their good sales, girls and shopping is just plain fun. We also ate sushi like we never had. It is one of those things you almost have to be there to experience, because we were sharing it from one end of the table to the other.
We had some late nights but all in all, we came home rested, renewed, and blessed to have such great husbands who gave us the chance to go while staying home to hold down the fort.
That is a whole other blog post.