I think I can now officially say this is my last summer in Nashville. My family is moving up to Maine within the year and it’ll be very close to Dartmouth. I used to complain about Nashville all the time, how it was boring, sprawling, small, calm. And now that I’m about to leave I miss it so much!
So I’ve devoted this entire summer not only to working but discovering the wonders of the South, mostly Nashville. Back to my ultimate favorite coffee shop, the Frothy Monkey. Although to be fair it’s tied with Provence. Our server was absolutely the most unaffected, charming person – she told me she carried my coffee extra carefully so I could photograph the design! Then we strolled around the often kitschy, but not without its wonders downtown Nashville and ended up in the Riverfront park right as the sun set and everything was coated in this warm, pinkish glow. I could not believe our luck – sunsets like these are so very rare , especially with the recently terrible weather.
Hope everyone is having a great week!
Happy Sunday! This morning I woke up to delicious whole wheat pancakes which was a surprise. My family is Russian and we have blini, thin crepes, instead of pancakes for breakfast so my mom never made pancakes for us. And even now that she has, there was no maple syrup to pour over them, despite the fact I go to school in New Hampshire (read: maple syrup paradise…literally everything is made of maple syrup) – there was my favorite golden Florida Orange Blossom honey and boysenberry sauce and chocolate sauce and jams, but never maple syrup. It is so very much like my family (I don’t even like regular American pancakes).
Just a quick musing on culinary traditions and identity.
About a week ago I chopped my hair yet again, it was getting so drab and dull! I bobbed it, because bobbing my hair releases aggression, tension, depression, etc. But I swear to you once the salon sparkle wore off, my hair has never looked this good since. Anyway, thought I’d share a blurry candid, the ones where my father say I “truly smile.” Cue my adoration for candids.
I think my obsession with Prague is now painfully clear. But how could I fail to share one of the most surprising and magical scenes? A street performer blowing huge bubbles across Old Town Square, with many giggling children and us tourists.
Now I have to visit at Christmastime.
Happy Fourth of July!