Blogs from Tupelo, Mississippi, United States, North America

We did such a long journey from Spain just to visit the most significant landmark of Tupelo: Elvis Presley´s two- room house where he was born on January 8, 1935. We love Elvis and his music, undoubtedly it´s well worth the endless flight and the miles we drove till we got there. ... read more

What a great day! After our bit of a fiasco yesterday, today was wonderful. Travelled south on the Natchez Trace Parkway. Native Americans, Kaintuck boatmen, post riders, government officials and soldiers all moved across this trail, creating a link between the Mississippi Territory and the fledgling United States. We travelled through forests, cypress swamps and farmland to meander through the rock-studded hills of Tennessee, cotton fields in Alabama, and Mississippi's marshes. And Robbie, eat your heart out, we went to Tupelo Mississippi, saw the house where Elvis was born, the church he went to etc. It was interesting. Robbie, bought you something. Took lots of pictures but cannot download them yet. Marcel, I tried very hard to get a picture of a wild turkey in flight, tried about 10 times, and so far, only got the ... read more

Growing up in southern Virginia the word for uttering obscene phrases was called "cussing." This was something I rarely did there, and I've always attributed this to having much younger siblings in the household with a penchant for uttering these phrases back to you at the most inappropriate of times, to the mortification of visitors. Then, I moved to NYC, where cussing had never been heard of, but CURSING is an art form. On the trading floors across New York 4-letter words were as common a part of the vernacular as hello, I need coffee, and buy/sell. Elsewhere in the City they also flew out in casual conversations with rapid fluidity. Now, even back in NYC, my non-trading floor self really tried to keep that language in check - my deep Virginia roots still cringed every ... read more

Well boys and girls, sorry for this late update. There have been so many things that happened since we last spoke, where do I begin? Well firstly, I'm in Grenada Mississippi, not Tupelo-it was the closest choice to what I had available. We're about 4.5 hours from The Husband's home in Louisiana. We drove all the way from Des Moines to Mississsippi in one day-back to the original plan. How did we get here, and a day late you ask? Well let me tell ya. Wednesday: I leave work about noon-it's raining and ugly outside in DSM. Ozy's been groomed and he's pretty. The house sitter guy flaked out on me, but I have a replacement coming at 2:30. We go pick up our last minute items and rush to the house to meet the house ... read more