Shopping in the United States, a first. Almost every product exists in normal, light, diet, organic and/or sugar free. You would think every one of them is almost the same, but no, they are definitly - not. I tried looking for my favourite coockies, my favourite lemonade, my favourite butter and crême brulée. Unfortunatly, I couldn't find any of them. Luckily, I did find a whole lot more. Everything here is new, different and exciting. I already tried coockies and cream, sugar and spice. I ate sirlion steak and bizon burger, sweet mustard dressing and house pimiento cheese. I wonder what all of that is doing to my weight, but as all measurments are in pounds instead of kilo's, I wouldn't and/or couldn't care a bit.
This morning, I went for a run. In an unknown area, around Belmont University and 12th Avenue South. I must admit that I liked what I saw. In Nashville, you see a lot of cottages and country style houses inbetween grass and greenery. Almost everyone I met during my morning run, nodded a friendly "goodmorning" or a sweet "how do you do". Although I've only been here for a couple days, I immediatly felt at home. People here talk so easily and in general, they are very friendly. It's what they call the "southern hospitality" and it applies to almost anyone you meet. After lunch, I went seeing a dentist - for free. "You're new in town girl, take your time, here's my card, if you ever worry 'bout your teeth again, feel free to stop by!
Later in the afternoon, I headed back for the cellphone store (T-Mobile, that is). My cellphone had stopped working ever since they changed the settings into the US mode. European-minded, I started blaming the cellphone guy (Chris, that is) for whatever he had done wrong with my phone. Several sweaty minutes later, I found out that I had just ran out of money - there was nothing wrong with my phone at all. I apologized, in thousand languages (read: in English). I didn't even have to bother: cellphone guy started laughing his ass off. End good, all good.
In sum: people do have a different mentality over here. They are far much nicer than we could ever imagine them to be. Most of all, they are friendly for no reason. They enjoy being friendly and their smiles infect upon everyone around the area. I smile, you smile, we all smile. We treat eachother with respect and in turn, we are being respected too. We may be different but we are equal, we are equal even though we differ. I like that, I do. I am sure that I will learn as much on the streets of Nashville, as I will do at University. And that is, probably, a lot. Looking forward. Living in Nashville, part II.