Day 1 of LibertyCon 31:
We arrived at the convention a little later than originally planned but our timing worked to our advantage. My sister-in-law and I got our badges and checked into the hotel without issue. We’ve been to a few awesome panels and bought probably our weight in books. I’ve met some new people and was able to reconnect with old friends. So far we have had a good time.
The only problems that have shown their warty heads were the internet connection and the fact that we went left when we should have gone right (or the reverse) after getting off the elevator a few minutes ago. This meant we spent ten minutes trying to open a door that was to the wrong room. It took a handy passerby to point this out to us. In our defense, we were tired and just about ready for bed. I am looking forward to tomorrow.
Saturday the kids and I drove up to our state capitol in Nashville for a Cherry Blossom Festival. We had a good time. My son learned how to make an origami throwing star, we watch some martial arts demonstrations, and we ate too much. I also learned about taro when I bought a strange white and lavender muffin. (It is kind of like a potato.)
We left the festival around 3pm and were on our way home when we decided to change direction. It was our first trip to Nashville and even though we had a three-hour car ride to look forward to, it seemed a shame not to explore just a little more. That was how we went from celebrating Japanese culture to exploring Ancient Greece. (Well, sort of.)
In 1897 Nashville held an Exposition to celebrate Tennessee’s 100th anniversary as a state. For six months crowds flocked to hear speeches, play games, and watch parades. They also came to see a massive replica of the Parthenon in Athens, Greece. Sadly, that replica was built of plaster and did not withstand time. By 1920 the structure was crumbling.
However, the city of Nashville decided not to let the fascinating building die. Instead, the created a complete replica, inside and out, of the Greek temple using more permanent materials. While the Parthenon in Nashville isn’t made of marble, it was built to the same dimensions and inspires a similar sense of awe.
It is home to a statue of the goddess Athena that stands over 42 feet, with a smaller 6-foot representation of the goddess Nike settled on her hand. (The original statue this one was model after has been lost to time and greed.) Standing at her feet it is nearly impossible not to stare up at the intimidating goddess and imagine her taking a step off of her carved pedestal.
The Parthenon also houses art exhibits on its lower levels, as well as a historical exhibit detailing its creation. The Cherry Blossom festival was fun. The Parthenon was fascinating. We all slept well once we reached home.
As many of you probably noticed this is Wednesday not Monday. Yes I missed my normal Monday post again. This time it was because I went on vacation.
In my experience, vacation in American means that you drive ten hours in a car,often with children, to a place you where you spend way too much money. You walk as much in one day as you normally would in two weeks, until your clothes are more sweat than cloth. Then you eat huge rich meals that you wouldn’t normally go near. You buy souvenirs that are three times the price you could order them for. Then you return to a bed made of concrete that, by the end of the day, you are convinced is the best thing in existence. You repeat this for a couple of days and call it fun.
This is followed by another ten hour car ride home. Once you reach that blessed place, you unload the car and then stumble for your soft sweet bed. After sleeping twelve hours straight, you get back up to sort the luggage and the house before going back to work that night.
Vacation exists to make you realize how wonderful home really is. Vacation pictures exist to remind you that the vacation really was a lot of fun if you discount the drive and the walking.