This is my second week in Nashville and I haven’t even started working, but somehow I got invited to ‘Dutch BBQ’ on Sunday. Yes, this scene is still playing in Nashville and yes, there is a stunning number of Dutch (or at least Dutch speaking people) present here. The BBQ was in a surreal place in the middle of nowhere about a 40-minute drive outside of town. It was hosted by a couple (she American, he Dutch), who have their own business and a huge amount of land, a cottage-style range, several children, a horse and a dog. I would guess there were about 30 people and ALL were either Dutch or related to someone Dutch. I was really surprised!! I would never have guessed to meet so many Dutchmen in Nashville, some of whom already live here for ten years or more……c’m on, this isn’t New York or San Franscisco: what the hell are you doing here? Everyone had their own, often interesting, story to tell and although I don’t know whether any of those guys will become real friends, I was happy to others of my ‘kind’. Another bizarre event happened to me a day earlier when walking through a big park on a wood-trail. My friend and I just crossed a horse-riding trail and there was a guy on a horse who literally looked like a cowboy out of the movies. Big boots, jeans-shirt, cowboy hat….. he also greeted us very cowboyish (or at least I imagine that this is what cowboys do) in that he simply took two finger and taped them on his hat. Then he started talking and …… end of story, I didn’t understand much, but I think he was talking about his horse and how ‘a good lady’ she (the horse) is and how he hadn’t taking her for a ride in a long time, who knows. He definitely seemed very friendly like all Southerners I have met until know. Until next time….’have a good one’!