maggie got us a room at the Drake Motel, with an office decorated with country music icons. this morning she woke up singing: Tennessee, Tennessee, there ain’t no place i’d rather be.
it is so cold in this southern state – thank god for the bottle of whiskey maggie brought me. much to discover in nashville but we decide to hit the road, and come back to the capital of country music in some days time. the guys in the cowboy gear store already told us about a music place where the ladies get in free on friday nights, and we’re curious about the cowboy church. driving out the city, passing the Grand Ole Opry (a number of times…), with the wind rushing something that looks like dry snow into dancing formations on the road in front us.
