[note - this post is completely after the fact and mostly from a besotted, cloudy memory - which means this is embellished and better than the first time]
I'm not much into football, so the Cotton Bowl is somewhat lost on me - although a little research of it's history tells me this is also the site of the Texas State Fair. Being a former 4-H member, I can endorse this wholeheartedly... But I digress.
This was the site of the morning Rise and Shine. A Mister Toad's wild ride to get there I may add, as none of the directions lead us directly to our destination. It truly was a case of follow that MINI!
We packed in tight. The MINIskirts provided very groovy goodie bags; there were the usual (suspect) breakfast sandwiches; the raffle; Todd's dumb joke of the day and more of the Texas hospitality we were becoming used to. But it was time to say adios to Texas.
Off we ran towards the boyhood home of former President William Jefferson Clinton in Hope, Arkansas. Where it was Sunday, and other than this landmark and the museum at the train station being open there was nothing other than fast food restaurants available to feed our hungry road crew.
After a stop at gasp! McDonald's we stepped on it to Memphis. Yes, Memphis, Tennessee. Not in search of Graceland, but Beale Street, where a party at Silky O'Sullivans awaited.
For me, this was the last of my Airbnb experiences. A nice break from the hotels, from room sharing and it provided a chance to meet some of the locals. It was a shame the stay was so quick.
I met my hosts Mary and Wes - then dashed off to the party at Silky's. The next morning I slipped out before they were up. And like that it was good bye to Memphis.
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