A Tennessee Experience

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Words & Photography
by Michael De La Madrid








I never established traveling as a passion of mine until I actually started appreciating it.
I never established traveling as a passion of mine until I actually started appreciating it. As a child, I was blessed to have a family that helped me see remote destinations of various places in and out of the United States. At the time, I was awfully blind to the raw beauty of places you wouldn’t call home. As I got older, my vision became clearer: these aren’t just places I go to, they are experiences I hold on to. And the greatest experiences become timeless, especially when they are shared with the people you love.

Angeline, my lovely girlfriend of four years (and counting) is the key reason why I have had the chance to visit numerous places around the U.S. recently. In her career she gets to travel every so often, and what better for me to do than tag along. It is safe to say we have a habit of traveling, an addiction that will only become better with age.




As I got older, my vision became clearer: these aren’t just places I go to, they are experiences I hold on to.
The most recent place we traveled to was Tennessee. Living in Los Angeles, Tennessee was a burst of refreshment. It is a great mix of city and scenery. In the city of Nashville they coined the title “Music City”, and they weren’t shy about it. It was a random Thursday afternoon and they had the road blocked off for a street concert. Moonshine, (an alcoholic beverage Tennessee is famous for) was what they were sippin’ and greens is what they were smokin’. It’s a wild city. It boasts strong character and tough spirit; the type of city you think of when you hear country music, matter of fact, it is exactly that. Though, where the city wasn’t, was where we wanted to be.








You could see the history behind it, and, going inside, you could almost hear the voices of those who once called it home.
Even though it was near freezing temperatures outside, the openness was what our eyes brought us to. The brisk breeze and spotless air saturating the land was unparalleled. It was a place of ease, a place where worries were absent. Amongst the roaring silence was peace and comfort. We came across nature, animals, and an old abandoned cabin. The cabin was an everlasting gem. You could see the history behind it, and, going inside, you could almost hear the voices of those who once called it home.

As the chilly wind embraced our knees and robbed us of our senses, all we could do was appreciate it. We don’t have winters in Los Angeles; we barely have autumn. It feels good to get away; experiences are what we live for.

1 Comments:

  1. Nice read Michael. Cheers to you and Angeline.

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