I can’t believe it was a week ago and we were already on our way home. Actually at this time of day, we were stepping off a shuttle bus on Beale Street in Memphis. We’d left New Orleans before the town had woken up. Walking through the French Quarter at 5 a.m. is something you only want to experience once, especially the morning after the students of Tulane University graduated. They employ trucks every morning to spray down the streets with some type of lemon-scented bleach. And boy was it necessary that morning.
Knowing we’d be exhausted after RT, Amy and I planned to take it a little slower on the way home and stop off at Memphis the first day–a short six hour drive. And OMG I am so glad we did because neither of us could stay away and were switching off far sooner than we normally did on the trip down.
Because we figured it might be a once-in-a-lifetime chance, we stayed at the Heartbreak Hotel, which is part of the Graceland estate. Once we’d checked in, we went on a tour of the estate. It’s smaller than I’d pictured, but I guess back in the day it was huge in comparison to most places.
Once we finished touring Graceland, we took a shuttle down to the historical Beale Street. home to Schwabs, the Memphis Rock and Soul Museum, and bars and restaurants like Coyote Ugly, and B.B. King’s Blues Club. There was so much energy on that street, and according to our shuttle driver a lot of history. it was the highlight of the trip and I definitely want to go back and soak it up some more.
It took another two days but we finally arrived home…one week tomorrow. I’ve still not recovered…and yet I have to start packing as I leave again one week tomorrow for Cincinnati and Lori Foster’s Reader and Author Get Together.