Graceland

Graceland was so much fun, bot boy, am I tired of Elvis now! That dude had no class whatsoever, but I guess he seemed like a pretty decent dude. I've always been more of a Lisa Marie fan, so every time there was picures of her I became the fangirl, everyone around me was all the time (except for the guys, who were obviously not girls). Well, Graceland was not as big as I imagined, but definitel as tacky. And all over they played Elvis tunes. I don't know, I don't think I could ever get into that. And then that's all I have to say abut that. Everything else has been said already, and let's face it: Graceland isn't the real Tennessee or the real America either. It's just an entertaining abstract.

However, they did have a pretty fifties diner there, and for one who loves (loves!) diners that was pretty awesome.

The scary part was when I came back though. For some reason there were no people on the street. Maybe Memphis is a night town, but to see lights and shops for no one kind of freaked me out. Hopefully there'll be people tomorrow when I'll actually walk around those streets.

And then I realized this morning that Memphis is one of the top five crime capitals of the States. Will told me that I should stay away from Poplar, so I'll never ever go there. Ever. Just the fact that crime is high here is enough to frighten a European like me.