My knowledge of Kentucky goes something like this "College roommate, horse race and bourbon" beyond that the state remained a bit of a mystery to me. In the planning for my trip south to visit my best friend in Nashville I decided it was only logical I make a stop in Louisville, my bus was going there anyway, mine-as-well get off. I booked my ticket, found a seemingly friendly Couchsurfing host and that's about where my plans ended, I trusted I'd figure the rest out after I arrived. My host Tim picked me up from the Greyhound station on his way back from a day at the lake (I wish I could've joined), sunburn included. I could tell immediately that I would get along with Tim, energetic and full of life he was a good choice for someone to introduce me to Louisville.
After a short stop at Tim's which included a shower and slather of aloe for him, dropping of bags and scope of the digs for me, we ventured out for dinner. Tim had an awesome white board posted in his living room for the surfers he hosts, lists of things to do, places to eat and sights to see were readily available. We were planning on Mexican but the restaurant was closed so that's how I found myself feasting on some awesome Cuban, followed by ice cream at The Comfy Cow, needless to say I was full by the time we returned home.
Monday morning Tim had to work but proved to be an amazingly trusting host, leaving his car with me, if I could just drop him at work. I've learned to make a quick judge of character throughout my travels, but I'm not sure I'd be confident in leaving my car with someone only 12 hours after meeting them, I guess that says a lot about Tim, or maybe me? Behind the wheel and on my own I headed for Cherokee Park to do a little hiking, and park yoga.
I still had a few hours before I had to go back for Tim so I ventured back to Bardstown, a trendy area of town, same place we got ice cream the night before. I chose to spend a few hours camped out in a coffee shop; avoiding the heat, eating lunch, people watching and studying Spanish. A final stop for the afternoon was made at the Waterfront park, before battling work traffic back home. The evening was spent in the kitchen where Tim blew me away with his culinary skills: no carb burgers, homemade mac n' cheese and corn on the cob, but I did help a little. This awesome meal was accompanied by finishing the final season of HIMYM (living abroad put me behind a little).
My final day was set to be a good one, Tim made french toast for breakfast soon followed with a short drive to Indiana where he was taking me shooting. I've actually been wanting to fire a gun for years, the opportunity had just never presented itself, until I met Tim. Thankfully it wasn't a complete wash and I walked away with one successful clay target demolition, and sore arms, those guns are heavy!
We followed the gun shooting with a hike through Mt. Saint Francis which was sweaty, it got hot out fast. Towards the end of our visit was walked through the ropes course area where Tim begged me to do the trust fall. I stood on the platform for a few minutes contemplating it, but hesitated each time I turned my back, ready to fall. Finally I said "okay I'm doing it", but apparently Tim didn't believe I'd actually trust him, his 'catch' resulted in me somersaulting over his arms and proceeding to the ground below. Nothing was hurt, except maybe Tim's ego, but I walked away laughing, one more good story to add to my bank.
Thankfully we still had some time before I had to get on another bus so we of course decided to fill this with food and drinks. Tim took me a to a tiny roadside restaurant promising delicious [cheap] fish and he did not disappoint. Still full from our breakfast feast we chose to share a basket which was probably a wise decision. Our final stop was at the Louisville Beer Store where we shared a sample platter plus a little more, nothing like a little buzz for a Megabus ride to Nashville. Once again I lucked out with my Couchsurfing host, opening my eyes to a new city, showing me the best parts, thanks for the fun Tim!