Tenneseeing really is Tennebelieving. I thought I was long passed the time where I could be surprised. You know what should keep that surprise alive? Travel. Nashville was supposed to be some hick hillbilly cowboy lovin’ hee-haw knee slappin’ country music hoe down (I don’t know how to spell hoe when it comes to a down). Let me tell you, Nashville ain’t any of that. It’s a very beautiful modern city that is far more interesting than, let’s pick on Toronto, would ever hope to be. Now that sounds condescending. I don’t mean it to be. All I really hope to express in the posts to follow about Nashville is that it defied my expectations and is turning out to be a really great time; just the opposite of the one I expected.