Back in Nashville for Module #2 of yoga therapy training. Since last June we have had a two-hour class online every other week but now we are gathering back in Nashville for nine days of intensive training. This time I gave myself two days to get here after the grueling 16-hr drive last June. For better or worse, it was only 3 p.m. when I entered the state of Tennessee yesterday afternoon, and knowing that I would gain an hour when I crossed into Central Time, I called ahead and booked an extra night in my room....and continued onward. Yup, 16 hours. The last two were tough - I had to call upon all my intensive Zen training to find my focus but the joy of arrival was pretty great. And - bonus! - I have had all day today to do errands and get ready for the training that begins tomorrow morning.
There is something about doing ordinary errands in a small city - they feel like playing house. I had to mail a package so I scouted out a post office nearby to where I am staying. First - no bullet proof glass separating the staff from the customers! Second, no lines! Third, the guy actually invited me behind the counter to fill out the customs form online! See? It's like pretending to mail stuff. "That was fun! Let's do it again!" Alas, I only had one package. Then I got a latte at a busy cafe. Look! Everyone is dressed up like a hipster! How cute.
Then I went to Whole Foods. Grocery shopping is fun! I wonder if I used play money to pay for it? It felt like I did, but probably not. Whole Foods likes the real stuff.
This evening, I will go out to the pretend airport and, no doubt, find a nice, convenient parking spot that won't cost money, or not very much, and collect my friend who is coming in from LA.
ETA: Parking was $3.00 for 45 minutes in a space that was 30 seconds from the terminal. The trip to the airport was 20 minutes but only because it was rush hour. Normally, it is twelve. How do they live this way??