I’m having a hard time getting back into a routine and catching up after our trip. We are unpacked and the laundry has been done but there’s still so much more to do. Traveling is great but re-entry sucks.
So, because I should be vacuuming up two week’s worth of dog hair I made you a photo collage instead:
I’m just going to share a few photos and then I will go vacuum. I promise!
I took this one from the Creole Queen paddlewheel. I usually love riding on the riverboats but the ONE DAY of cool and windy weather during our vacation happened to be this one. It was a bit miserable actually and I ended up a little seasick from riding backwards trying to stay out of the wind at the back of the boat. But I did get a good picture.
I took this next one from the balcony of Tropical Isle on Bourbon Street. The architecture of the French Quarter never fails to enchant me.
This next one looks staged but it was totally candid. We are part of a pirate group in New Orleans and their annual gathering took place while we were there. Because we had to fly rather than drive this time we couldn’t bring all our costumes and gear. I opted not to bring any but David couldn’t bear to miss out on a chance to dress like a pirate. He brought a bit of clothing but no weapons. One of our pirate events was the trip on the Creole Queen. It’s pretty fun to see the reaction of other passengers when about 50 pirates board the vessel with them. That’s David on the right and our dear friend “Captain Ron” on the left.
We spent the first seven days in a condo timeshare on St. Charles Avenue and then moved to a B&B in the Marigny neighborhood for the final three days of our time in New Orleans. We had not stayed there before but we will definitely do so again. The house was charming and the owners extremely welcoming.
As soon as we checked in I decided I wanted to just stay put. I opted out of the scheduled rum factory tour with the pirates, sent David on his merry way and I settled into the courtyard with my iPad and some hot tea. Bliss…
On our final day in New Orleans we had some time to just sit on the front porch of the B&B before it was time to leave for the airport. This was the view from my rocking chair.
We then flew from New Orleans to Boise, Idaho for David’s mom’s memorial service. It was a lovely service and it was good to see the family. We got in around 1 a.m. Monday night, the service was Tuesday and we flew home Wednesday. It was a whirlwind! David rents cars a lot on business trips so he was able to get a special deal – a Mustang GT convertible. That was fun. He spent a good part of Tuesday afternoon taking the kids on rides in it. We don’t get to see them very often but I’ll bet they’ll remember those fast rides with Uncle David.
From Idaho we flew back to Oklahoma City on Wednesday. We spent the night because David then had to fly to Sioux City, Iowa the next day on a business trip. That’s right…he didn’t even get to go home between our vacation and his business trip. I then picked him up at the airport on Saturday and we’ve been trying to recover ever since.
Speaking of which, I guess I’d better wrap this up and go get that vacuuming done.
We lived in Algiers-next door to ST Claudia-the wife of the MD that Med Evac’d me out of VN-I worked at the Custom House doing physical exams on drafted MD’s who didn’t want to go to war–the group worked in and knew all about life in the French Quarter-it was so rare to spend 4 months in New Orleans listening to the music – sitting in preservation hall- eating in the small out of the way Cajun restaurants-learning about the history of mom’s home state–being so grateful to be back home in the USA–not really a vacation-it was the start of-a new life-thank God
That must have been quite an experience!