"It's OK; You're a Yankee, We Understand."

"It's OK; You're a Yankee, We Understand."

Today I woke up bright and early, showered, got dressed and went to church in Elizabethtown!!! It was not any old church; it was the same church they filmed the funeral scene from the movie Elizabethtown in!!! The service was beautiful, and the folks were so nice. When the service finished, and we exited, my hopes we dashed. Why do you ask? RAIN!!! AGAIN!!! When I saw the pastor, I introduced myself and told him how much I enjoyed his sermon, and about my trip. I then mentioned something about being disappointed about the rain. He then turned to me with a big smile on his face and said: "It's OK you're a Yankee, we understand." I take pride in my Yankee-isms and I knew that was all in jest from the pastor, but did my comment even warrant his? I got called Yankee seven times throughout the day today. I therefore had to postpone the photo op, and decided to come back to Louisville and do the "indoor stuff."

First I went to the Speed Art Museum. My photography teacher told me the other week that this particular museum was having an expo of his favorite artist's, Karsh, stills. It was so beautiful. Karsh was the man who took the famous picture of Winston Churchill. You know the one, it’s in every history book and anytime someone mentions his name, you automatically think of this pic. (I'll have to find it and post it on here.) Well people have wondered how Karsh got Churchill to scowl like he did in the pic. Today I found out the back story. Karsh (a non-smoker) had only a few minutes with Churchill before Churchill had to make a speech. Karsh asked Churchill to extinguish his cigar. Churchill said no, so Karsh took it and smothered it, then took the famous picture of England's Prime Minister.

The rain turned to mist once I was out of the museum so I decided to go on a yitze-ya and find the House of Statues. OMG! It was amazing!!! I assumed it would be garden of Victorian statues...I WAS SO WRONG!!! It was this man's entire front and back yard littered with 100's of statues and trinkets. He should be on the show Hoarders. Although not what I expected, I loved every minute of it. I made a little Where's Waldo game for myself to play. Most people would call it junk, some would call it art. I call it AMAZING!!! I love love love little oddities like that.

Side note: On my way back to my hotel, my GPS died right after I made a wrong turn. I pulled over on 71 and wasted fifteen minutes downloading the GPS on my phone. As soon as I typed in the address, and was getting ready to pull back into traffic, a police officer pulls up behind me. Embarrassed I told him my GPS died and I was lost. He asked where I was going; I said the Ramada Inn on Zorn Avenue, he chuckle and told me to look up. Puzzled I leaned up to my windshield and looked straight up at the sign for the Zorn Avenue Exit...I am an idiot. I panicked so much I did even care to pay attention to the obvious. The nice officer laughed and called me a Yankee for the final time today.

For dinner I ate at this amazing Southern/Tex/Mex restaurant, Tumbleweeds. I had nachos and a margarita with a delish mesquite chicken!!! Now I am back in my room writing this final blog of the day.

Big day tomorrow!!! Lots of sites to see!!!