It’s 11 o’clock Texas time, and we’re chilling at the LaQuinta Inn in Greenville, Texas, 45 minutes east of Dallas. In Greenville, they used to have BLACKEST LAND, WHITEST PEOPLE, painted on the water tower. Luckily, that isn’t the case anymore.

We swam in the pool, grabbed warm chocolate chip cookies at the front desk, now we’re watching some cable. Today we drove to Memphis and did something I never thought we’d do.

We went to Graceland.

Fun facts about Elvis that I did not know, and did not learn from the Graceland tour, but from my mother-in-law: that Priscilla was 14 when she met Elvis, and that “the king died on the throne.”

Here’s a fun sign on Vernon Presley’s (Elvis’s dad) office door:

I couldn’t get a good picture of Elvis’s office, but there were books about football, karate, World War II, and, oddly enough, Hermann Hesse’s Siddhartha.

We drove out of Memphis, through Little Rock, and ate at the Whataburger in Texarkana:

The drive from Texarkana to Greenville was gorgeous. Meg saw her first armadillo by the side of the road.

Tomorrow, we’ll be Austin, in our new apartment. Unbelievable.