Memphis, Tennessee

Walking in Memphis.

What to do with a day in Memphis, Tennessee.

I flew home from London in early December and promised myself that I would spend the next month doing nothing but catching up on work and spending as close to nothing as possible (the whole laptop thing put me behind in both money and productivity). That all went out the window though when I saw a tweet from Major League Eating announcing that the first qualifier for next year’s July Fourth hot dog eating contest would be held in Mississippi a week after I arrived back to Chicago. And, well, I really wanted to go.

And so, a week after I got home, I took off again on an overnight bus to Memphis, the closest big city to where the contest was to be held, and spent three days checking out the sites, competing in a hot dog eating contest (more on that later…), and eating as much BBQ as I could (again, more on that later).

Lorraine Motel, where Martin Luther King was shot, in Memphis, Tennessee.

Lorraine Motel, where Martin Luther King was shot,  in Memphis, Tennessee.

National Civil Rights Museum in Memphis, Tennessee.

National Civil Rights Museum in Memphis, Tennessee.

The National Civil Rights Museum at the Lorraine Motel, where Martin Luther King, Jr. was shot in 1968.

 

Elvis Statue on Beale Street in Memphis, Tennessee.

A statue of Elvis on Beale Street.


 

Beale Street in Memphis, Tennessee.

Beale Street in Memphis, Tennessee.

 in Memphis, Tennessee.

 in Memphis, Tennessee.

 in Memphis, Tennessee.

 in Memphis, Tennessee.

Blues clubs on Beale Street.

 

Sun Studio in Memphis, Tennessee.

Sun Studio in Memphis, Tennessee.

Sun Studio in Memphis, Tennessee.

Sun Studio in Memphis, Tennessee.

Sun Studio in Memphis, Tennessee.

Sun Studio in Memphis, Tennessee.

The legendary Sun Studio recording studio &mbdash; the birthplace of rock & roll. (And me, with Elvis’s microphone.)

Hi, I'm Val. I spent most of my 20s in a standstill, unable to pick which path in life I wanted to take. I wanted the nomadic life of a traveler but also wanted the husband, the condo, and the kitten. Unable to decide which life I wanted more, I did nothing. When I turned 30 I’d had enough of putting my life on hold and decided to start “choosing my figs.” So, I quit my job, bought a one-way ticket to Europe, and traveled for three years. Now I'm back in Chicago, decorating my apartment in all the teal, petting my cats, and planning my next adventure.

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