Before the arrivals of Emily and Daniel, I had no idea what a lovie was.
A lovie is an object someone is affectionately, passionately, crazily and unreasonably attached to. In my opinion anyway.
This is Daniel’s lovie, a muslin cloth. I know, his left thumb may as well be his lovie too.
He uses the muslin to soothe himself and put himself to sleep etc. Awesome.
The greatest reason of all, though, is that we have about 15 of these muslins. This means if I lose 14 of them, we are still good.
Here we introduce Emily’s lovie, a pink bunny.
Now, I have a major problem with this little pink fella here.
Why? Because I have only 1 of it. So if we lose this 1 item, we are screwed.
When pink bunny goes awol in the middle of the night from her hand, we search high and low for it in the sea of her blanket and pillows. By the time we locate it in between the sheets (like how the F did it get there?!), I am wide awake at 4am and I curse silently under my breath.
Nothing happened to their lovies. Just thought I would document this to embarrass them later.
We have been on the road and hotel hopping for 4 weeks now. Each time we check out of a hotel, we go: passports, tick; pink bunny, tick. Ok let’s go.
On day 29, with passports and bunny definitely in tow, we left Nashville on yet another superb day.
It is true that Fall is really one of the best times to be travelling. We’ve been blessed with great weather so far with only 1 cloudy day.
En-route to Chattanooga, daddy said we must stop at Lynchburg to visit Jack Daniel’s whiskey distillery. So this was in Lynchburg, Tennessee, where every drop of Jack Daniel’s whiskey was made right here.
Remember we talked about a dry county? I.e. No alcohol sales within the county. Now, now. Lynchburg is within the Moore county, and guess what, it is a dry country.
It’s even been like this for 150 years.
I read up on how a distillery could be here in a dry county. Isn’t it quite hypocritical that they don’t allow anyone to buy alcohol but you can make alcohol, huh?
Tennessee as a US state used to be entirely dry in the 1900s and remained so for almost 30 years. This stemmed from the Prohibition period, and for religious reasons.
I don’t know how true this is. Apparently the proprietor of Jack Daniel’s distillery worked in the government in those days, and he helped pass laws that it was OK to produce spirits. That’s politics at its finest for you.
So here we were.
We would have joined a whiskey tour. However the tours were infrequent and the kids were giving us a hard time.
They were monkeying around in public places and driving us up the wall. I mean, ok, what were we expecting when we brought them to a whiskey distillery right?
We decided to skip the whiskey tour and headed to Chattanooga.
We had the biggest pizza in a really nice restaurant, Community Pie, near our hotel in Chattanooga.
Chattanooga was meant to be a kids centric town. Look at this heaven on earth for Emily and Daniel.
We were at the Creative Discovery Museum. Again, ‘museum’ was a grand word for a huge play area. I supposed the educational aspects of some areas justified the tag line.
First let’s find a parking.
Oh I meant parking of the pram.
We had a very welcoming little home here.
Train tracks for the boy again.
Busy in the kitchen with chicken.
Jamming with the crew. This was rock and roll yeah!
After a couple of weeks of sightseeing with us boring adults, it was finally their time and place. I even agreed to let Michael out for a walk and to have a coffee on his own.
In the afternoon, this was us walking down the streets of Chattanooga.
We walked across the Walnut Street Bridge – the world’s longest pedestrianised bridge.
The bridge overlooked the Tennessee River.
The idea was to go to Coolidge Park for the fountains with interactive water play.
Well, what good was a fountain going to be if there was no freagin WATER due to a plumbing problem? Argh. This was how it meant to look like in its full glory:
We then went all the way to the other end of town to see the Chattanooga Choo Choo.
Historically this was the crucial train terminal which served the Southern part of States.
After it was decommissioned, it was then renovated by Holiday Inn and turned into a hotel. Some of the carriages in the train were actual hotel rooms.
A coordinated say ‘cheese’ moment by the family.
The next day, we joined a tour to see the Ruby Falls, which was a waterfall underground in a cave. This was by the Lookout Mountain just outside of Chattanooga.
The waterfalls looked like this.
The children actually fared quite well considering the cave was all dark and claustrophobic. We were in there for almost 1.5 hrs!
Customary family picture in front of the waterfall.
The journey from Chattanooga to New Orleans would have taken us over 7.5 hours so we needed a break in between.
We booked ourselves into a Bed and Breakfast in Tuscaloosa, Alabama.
Now with a b&b, it has to be said that you can never be quite sure about what you are going to get although online review comments can help sometime.
This b&b though, turned out to be one of the best ones.
It was part of someone’s home we invaded.
This place was like heaven for frankly both the children and us adults.
This was how our bedroom looked like.
After we packed the kids to bed, we put up our feet to watch the TV drama of the century.
Sorry my American friends, I was referring to the 3rd presidential debate.
The next morning, we were served a spread of home made Southern breakfast by our hosts.
We saw this on the highway. Only in America.
We will bring you updates on New Orleans next. Before we get to Orlando, we will also make a couple of stops in the Florida Panhandle (which is the strip in Florida with beaches along the Gulf of Mexico), Pensacola Beach and Tallahassee.
It’s bye for now.