As a dreamer when I walked into the room that had all of this going on every single wall, it gave me chills.
The burial place of Elvis where people still send tons of flowers and gifts on the day of his death.
After we left Graceland we wandered around to see the planes, the car museum, and every other tiny little tourist trap they threw at us. Did I mention it was raining like crazy in Memphis? Because it was and my hair looked like a jungle by the end of it.
Next Up: Sun Studio is the Bomb Dot Com and How I Could Spend Hours Upon Hours in the Rock and Soul Museum