Having already hidden from any new man I’m interested in, and attracted the ones I’m afraid of, now let’s rachet up the failure by sending false signals to men I’m friends with, too. Continue reading “No flirting zone”
I am flirting impaired. No, seriously. Like, they should issue me specialty license plates or something.
Daniel O’Brien gets me. Continue reading “Fits of giggles”
It’s not so much culture shock, or a clash of cultures. It’s more like a subtle awareness of something different, and trying to define the nuances of it… Continue reading “To be the stranger”
Tuesday. Time to return home. I head for the airport far too early for my flight, mostly because I’m trying to keep from paying an extra day for my rental car. Continue reading “Onward and … northward”
Monday. My aunt was up early to get ready for class, and I was not far behind her. I didn’t really have a tight schedule to keep to, but this was my only day to get to and explore Nashville before my return flight tomorrow. Continue reading “North to Nashville (includes photos)”
Sunday. The last thing my aunt and I did before going to bed last night is decide to visit Chattanooga, TN today. We had identified a number of interesting things to see, all located at or near Lookout Mountain… including a tandem hang gliding adventure that, sadly, we did not ultimately end up doing.
Just as well, I’m sure. A person needs to have things to look forward to in the future, no?
We have breakfast and jump in the car. It’s my rental, so for better or worse, I’m driving. Sliver lining: my aunt has a presentation due on Monday when she gets back to class, so can use the drive time to jot what she wants to say. I plug in the address of our first stop and gulp.
According to the GPS, it’s more than three hours to Chattanooga.
What I haven’t realized is that the GPS is smarter than I am in terms of time zones. Which is a relief to discover, since this whole Central Time thing has been messing me up anyway.
We go to Ruby Falls, which is in a cavern inside Lookout Mountain. I am going to consider this my foray into caving. Because, hey. It’s a cave. It’s over 1000 ft underground. It’s dark (except for the convenient lighting). And let’s face it, when am I ever going to come into a cave so perfectly made for me? By which I mean that with no exits to the outside other than the elevator shafts that have been cut in, there is no natural (read as: horrific creepy crawly) wildlife present.
After Ruby Falls, we head over to the Incline Railway, which takes us up Lookout Mountain. On the steepest incline of any train in the US. Or so they say.
And from there, we head over to Rock City. Which is also on Lookout Mountain, but over on the Georgia side.
Georgia? As in EAST COAST STATES? Harumph, I hadn’t planned on coming that far east! Plus (insert whining) I’ve already been to Georgia!
Anyway, Rock City is plenty scenic (and then some), more than making up for yesterday’s Monte Sano disappointment.
We drive (very briefly) through Chattanooga proper, but in all honesty I’m not up for city or parking or strolling by the time we’ve seen the three attractions. We head back, stopping for gas (which my aunt kindly pumps for me, since I’m a Jersey girl and am doing my damnedest to see how long I can go without ever pumping my own), and picking up a pizza en route.
We arrive at the hotel some 12 hours after we left, as rain starts to roll in. My aunt and I turn her notes into the presentation she needs for her class tomorrow, and I start packing up for the trip north.
Saturday. Huntsville is pretty as cities go, and everything is easy to get to. In the morning, we head out to Monte Sano State Park, which we’ve heard is scenic. Both of us are shutterbugs, so this suits us fine. Continue reading “Huntsville, Alabama: check (includes photos)”