It’s that time of year when everyone is reflecting upon their last year (or decade as it seems this year), so I thought I’d do the same. I guess. Sigh. Honestly, I think these are kinda cheesy. But… I guess peer
I stopped eating meat a little over two years ago. If you're wondering why it's because I'd become a catmom and I could no longer justify eating a chicken if I could never, ever see myself eating one of my
Part of why I love to travel is because I love learning about different cities and cultures, but I also love learning about the people who lived in those cities. This would include Elvis Presley. I realized after I saw Zombieland Doubletap
When I made plans to go to Tennessee in April, I knew I'd be going to the National Civil Rights Museum for sure. I don't know how you can visit Memphis in today's day and age and NOT visit the National Civil Rights Museum. Not with this political environment (if you're on the right side, and yes, there is a clear right side to be on nowadays). On my first day in Memphis, I took a long walk down Main Street, which my hotel was directly off of, which turns into South Main Street somewhere right before you get to the National Civil Rights Museum. Once I saw how close my hotel was to it, I made the executive decision to go there first thing the next morning at 9am when they opened.
No sleep for the traveler, as they say.I woke up extra early the next day and wandered down Main Street, grabbing a coffee and snapping photos on my way. I photographed all of the exhibits in the South Main Arts District walk that I could find and made my way to the Lorraine Hotel that houses the museum and saw tons of school-aged children meandering around, waiting for it to open. It opened within minutes of my arrival and I purchased a ticket and started my exploration. The Lorraine Hotel is historic because it's where Martin Luther King Jr. was staying when he was assassinated on April 4th, 1968. It was almost torn down completely in the years following after it had financial problems, but thanks to a local non-profit, it was saved in 1982 and converted into the National Civil Rights Museum that it is today.
On my second day in Memphis, I woke up bright and early to head down to the Civil Rights Museum on Main Street. My hotel was also located on Main Street but at the totally opposite end, so I had
A pricey almond milk mocha from Bongo Coffee in 12 South. I spent last week in Memphis and Nashville. Well, almost a week. I knew after going to Denver for four days last fall that although I really enjoyed going to