It's not often when you experience a place so far out of your comfort zone that you have no choice but to enjoy its foreign and exotic nature.



My friends and I recently celebrated our last college fall-break in Nashville, Tennessee. Just a quick six hour drive through the rolling mountains and toward the orange, setting sun lead us to the city that we would later refer to as Nash Vegas.



We had booked our AirBnB in July and the weekend quickly snuck up on us as we were completely consumed by the fall semester. We were overjoyed when the Thursday evening finally rolled around and we were able to throw our suitcases into the back of the car, and pile in with our road snacks, professor-related rants, and unconfined excitement.



Nashville is a city of lights and noise. The city wore us out from sunrise to sunset. We filled our days by walking through the busy city streets as well as the quiet avenues that led to hip boutiques, dozens of music labels, and absurd and radical thrift shops.



We spent our nights enjoying deliciously fried foods and sipping tequila before hitting Broadway to avoid paying $18 for a double.  Each night we hopped from bar to bar until we couldn't dance anymore and we couldn't stand to listen to the same country tune for the third time.



Our favorite spots were The Listening Room for worthy music and artists who would share how and why they wrote a song before performing it, astonishing everyone that it was Carrie Underwood or Keith Urban that brought that song to the fans.



Our favorite spot on Broadway was undoubtedly Honky Tonk Central - a three-story bar with a band on each floor and a rooftop overlooking the neon lights that flanked the street that was piled up with Ubers and Lyfts. We finished off all three nights at Honky Tonk Central until it was last-call or until our Uber requested we come down to the sidewalk.



Nashville surely wore us out, but we enjoyed every second. Needless to say, we deserved every minute of sleep on the drive home.