Nashville

I never seem to handle air travel very well, but I managed to remain fairly calm during the flight down to Nashville (aside from spilling Pepsi all over my shirt). My first impressions? They carved the entire city out of jungle. Wander three feet off the highway in any given direction and expect to be swallowed alive by foliage. Everything is very green, and lush, and vibrant. A hazy fog covers the landscape, setting the mood more for some kind of Myst-like puzzle game rather than a training conference. The air is thick, humid and difficult to breath. I feel like a fish out of water, only getting shallow breaths. This will take some time to get used to.

The hotel itself? Swank. I think I might steal some of the decorating styles from my king-sized suite when I leave, and maybe a few tiny soaps.

I am off to forage for sustinence. There are several restaurants nearby, and even a Target across the street. My life-long dream of shopping at a Target in every one of the continental United States is about to come one step closer to being reality.