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Sunday, October 14, 2018

Nashville, Indiana

As we move farther into fall I can't help but think back a few years to when I went on a trip to Indiana to visit a family friend. It was a wonderful trip and the experiences I had were just so much fun. When we arrived in Indiana it was early in the season so the trees were still in the midst of changing and provided a lovely tapestry of colors. Brilliant greens still held onto many trees while some had given way to autumn. There were lovely shades of orange, red, and yellow on those threes. A veritable feast for the eyes!

One day on our trip we drove down to visit Nashville, Indiana, a small picturesque town about an hour south of Indianapolis. For me, visiting this small town was much like stepping onto the set of Gilmore Girls (a favorite show of mine.) I stood on the gazebo and watched people moving about with their cameras, busily capturing memories. I remember hearing the church bells chime the hour in a singsong melody. Vivid flower pots teeming with flowers were scattered around the town square amongst the hay bales and fall decorations. Garlands of fall leaves were wrapped around light poles and graced the poles and rales of the gazebo.

I stood with my mom, who is also a fan of Gilmore Girls, and laughed with her on how we almost expected certain characters to come bustling across the center of town. Perhaps, Lorelai would go racing toward the diner for yet another cup of coffee. Maybe Rory and Lane would walk up onto the Gazebo and sit for a chat. I joked with mom that I almost expected Taylor Doose to come running up when we hovered over a plaque commemorating the first public water pump for the town.

We paused to take a picture on the gazebo, mom and I, to commemorate that moment in time. Mother and daughter, much like the show we enjoyed, relaxing, having fun in this small town that was just bursting with charm. It was such an enjoyable and memorable day. Certainly, a place that's marked on my list for another visit. Perhaps I'll go when it's off-season, find a small B&B. Who knows? Maybe I'll run into a few unique people all belonging to Nashville, Indiana.

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