My grandparents have a bunch of Elvis 45s. They used to throw parties. And we’re talking about the roaring 50s in Romania. Roooar! I’m not sure how they will feel when I tell them I got to Graceland too late to get in. But we felt like 30 bucks might be a bit much to spend even on such palatial greatness. We sneaked into the complex past the souvenir shop (AWESOME!!! Elvis everythings in Hawaii patterns, 80s pink and forever gold) in order not to pay 10$ for exclusive Graceland parking. Talk about frugal traveling. And we got to see half of Elvis’s plane parked behind a tall fence. No Elvis impersonators … disappointment, just a bunch of fans wearily licking their ice cream.
Memphis by the way is plain beautiful, filed with that by now familiar Southerner neighborhood charm. And it’s got some serious history from such majestic record labels as Stax (Otis Redding, Booker T. & the MGs, Isaac Hayes) and Sun Studio (Elvis, Johnny Cash) to the Lorraine Hotel. The hotel, where Martin Luther King was assassinated in 1968, now hosts the Civil Rights museum; it was closed. But I think the place itself is what one should see and contemplate.
It is absolutely impressive to think that the things that happened in this place, the people that came together here, have – to put it plainly – completely transformed the world we live in today.
We’re in Mississippi now (I finally know how to spell it correctly without Word processor) on the Bluuuuues highway, with cotton fields spread left and right. Despite of the weight of that past, the land is quiet, and blissful. And even through the darkness I can feel how the Delta is spreading in all corners beyond.
Nashville B&B pictured below: we might have stayed with, as Mandy put it “a bunch of Christian rockers who order wine off the Internet.” Theories vary but yes, that might have been the case. The house however made us wonder whether the NR should settle down South.