Entry 3, Nashville
600 miles and too many fountain sodas later we arrived in Nashville. It was nighttime when we got there, so we ate burgers at The Pharmacy in East Nashville and went over to Lina's house. But instead of Lina we found Boo, a cozy black cat, nestled in her bed. By morning, the sun was out so brunch was at The Stone Fox near Indiana Ave. Kate, who works there and has rainbow ombre on the under-side of hair, put on the daisy dress with a floral demin top and hopped up on Jamin's green pickup truck, while Jonas put on an American flag tee and stood with his yellow hatchback.
After, we went to the Tennessee State Fairgrounds for the monthly flea market (purchases included $10 boots, $3 "Chanel" studs and $2 rhinestone pins that looked like snowflakes). We met Gregory on the way out when he caught us eyeing a little wooden coffee table at his booth. Instead of saying hello, he handed us each flowers. Of course we bought the table, and in return, he modeled a purple tie dye sweatshirt and showed us his knives. At night, we made face masks from avocados, danced in denim cutoffs in Lina's backyard and listened to karaoke at Santa's Pub, a bar in a double wide trailer where John Denver's classic, "Sunshine on My Shoulders," became our new favorite road trip song.